Martina Mcbride - Cry on The Shoulder of The Road текст песни

(matraca berg/tim krekel)

Im rollin out of bakersfield

My own private hell on wheels

But this time Im gone for good

And Ive never gone this far before

Beyond the slammin of the back screen door

But you never loved me like you should

Chorus:

And there aint no tellin what Ill find

But I might as well move down the line

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

It makes me feel a little low

Steel guitar on the radio

And its 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)