Cry on the Shoulder of the Road

Martina McBride – Cry on the Shoulder of the Road

I'm rolling 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 slamming 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

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 how leaving feels

Drinking coffee and making deals with the One above

To get me though the night

And there ain't no telling 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

And there ain't no telling 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

And cry on the shoulder of the road