Cry On The Shoulder Of The Road

(matraca berg/tim krekel)



I'm rollin' 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 slammin of the back screen door

But you never loved me like you should



Chorus:

And there ain't no tellin 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 those truckers fly

So this is how leaving feels

Drinking coffee and making deals with the one above

To get me through the night



(repeat chorus twice)


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