Song lyrics Cry on the shoulder of the road by Martina Mcbride

Iīm rolling out of Bakersfield
My own private hell on wheels
But this time Iīm gone for good
Iīve never gone this far before
Beyond the slamminī of the back screen door
But you never loved me like you should

And there ainīt no telling what Iīll find
But I might as well move down the line
īCause thereīs no comfort here in your zip code
Iīd 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 itīs kinda scary the way these truckers fly
So this is how leavinī feels
Drinking coffee and makinī deals with the One above
To get me through the night

īCause there ainīt no telling what Iīll find
But I might as well move down the line
īCause thereīs no comfort here in your zip code
Iīd rather break down on the highway
With no one to share my load
And cry on the shoulder of the road

And there ainīt no telling what Iīll find
But I might as well move down the line
īCause thereīs no comfort here in your zip code
Iīd 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