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 a 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
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
Well it's kind of scary, the way these truckers fly
So this is how leaving feels, drinkin' coffee and makin' deals
With the one above, to get me through the night

Chorus
And there ain't no tellin' 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

Chorus
And there ain't no tellin' 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

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