Letra Cry on the shoulder of the road de Martina Mcbride

I´m rolling out of Bakersfield
My own private hell on wheels
But this time I´m gone for good
I´ve never gone this far before
Beyond the slammin´ of the back screen door
But you never loved me like you should

And there ain´t no telling what I´ll find
But I might as well move down the line
´Cause 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 leavin´ feels
Drinking coffee and makin´ deals with the One above
To get me through the night

´Cause there ain´t no telling what I´ll find
But I might as well move down the line
´Cause 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

And there ain´t no telling what I´ll find
But I might as well move down the line
´Cause 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
Cry on the shoulder of the road