Cry On Shoulder Of Road

{Intro}   u> 1.I’m rolling out of Bakersfield   My own private hell on wheels   But this time I’m gone for good   And I’ve never gone this far before   Beyond the slamming of the back screen door   But you never love me like you should C.And there ain’t no telling what I’ll find   But I might as well move down the line   There’s no comfort here in your zip code   I’d rather break down on the highway   With no one to share my load   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 night C. AEAD ADAE C.