Текст песни mcbride martina - Cry On The Shoulder Of The Road
mcbride martina - Cry On The Shoulder Of The Road слова песни
I`m rolling out of BakersfieldMy own private hell on wheelsBut this time I`m gone for goodAnd I`ve never gone this far beforeBeyond the slamming of the back screen doorBut you never loved me like you shouldChorus:And there ain`t no telling what I`ll findBut I might as well move down the lineThere`s no comfort here in your zip codeI`d 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 it`s kinda scary the way these truckers flySo this how leaving feelsDrinking coffee and making deals with the One aboveTo get me though the nightRepeat Chorus`Cause there ain`t no telling what I`ll find