{Intro}A D A EA E 1.I'm rolling out of BakersfieldA D My own private hell on wheelsA D A E But this time I'm gone for goodA E And I've never gone this far beforeA D Beyond the slamming of the back screen doorA D A E But you never love me like you shouldE A C.And there ain't no telling what I'll findD A But I might as well move down the lineD A E There's no comfort here in your zip codeA I'd rather break down on the highwayE D With no one to share my loadE A A D A E And cry on the shoulder of the road 2.It makes me feel a little low Steel guitar on the radio And it's kinda scary the way these truckers fly So this is how leaving feels Drinking coffee and making deals With the One above to get me through the nightC.AEAD ADAEC.
Cry On Shoulder Of Road
Martina McBride
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