[Verse 1] Im rolling out of Bakersfield My own private hell on wheels But this time Im gone for good Ive never gone this far before Beyond the slamming of the back screen door But you never loved me like you should [Chorus] And there aint no telling what Ill find But I might as well move down the line Because theres no comfort here in your zip code Id rather break down on the highway With no one to share my load And cry on the shoulder of the road [Verse 2] It makes me feel a little low Steel guitar on the radio And its kind of 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][x2]See Martina McBride LiveGet tickets as low as 69You might also like
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