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 love 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 is how leaving feels Drinking coffee and making deals With the One above to get me through the night Chorus 2 times Cry on the shoulder of the road