Cry on the Shoulder of the Road

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                    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                      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                               Chorus 2  times Cry on the shoulder of the road