Текст песни Martina Mcbride - Cry on The Shoulder of The Road
Martina Mcbride - Cry on The Shoulder of The Road слова песни
(matraca berg/tim krekel)Im rollin out of bakersfieldMy own private hell on wheelsBut this time Im gone for goodAnd Ive never gone this far beforeBeyond the slammin of the back screen doorBut you never loved me like you shouldChorus:And there aint no tellin what Ill findBut I might as well move down the lineTheres no comfort here in your zip codeId rather break down on the highwayWith no one to share my loadAnd cry on the shoulder of the roadIt makes me feel a little lowSteel guitar on the radioAnd its kinda scary the way those truckers flySo this is how leaving feelsDrinking coffee and making deals with the one aboveTo get me through the night(repeat chorus twice)