A C#m I'm rolling out of BakersfieldF#m D My own private hell on wheelsA D A E But this time I'm gone for goodA C#m And I've never gone this far beforeF#m D Beyond the slamming of the back screen doorA D A But you never love me like you shouldE A 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 codeF#m E A I'd rather break down on the highwayBm C#m D With no one to share my loadE A And cry on the shoulder of the roadA C#m It makes me feel a little lowF#m D Steel guitar on the radioA D A E And it's kinda scary the way these truckers flyA C#m So this is how leaving feelsF#m D Drinking coffee and making dealsA D A With the One above to get me through the night Chorus 2 timesE A Cry on the shoulder of the road
Cry On The Shoulder Of The Road
Martina McBride
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Tom: