Martina McBride

^A I'm rolling out of Bakersfi ^C#m eld
^F#m My own private hell on ^D wheels
But this ^A time I'm g ^D one for good ^{A E}
A ^A nd I've never gone this far before ^C#m
F#m Beyond the slamming of the back screen door ^D
But you ^A never love me like you should ^{D A}
Chorus:
And there ain't no t ^E elling what I'll find ^A
But I might ^D as well move down the line ^A
D There's no comfort here in your zip ^A code ^E
I'd rather break ^F#m down on the highwa ^E y ^A
With no one to share my ^Bm load ^{C#m D}
And cry on the shoulder of th ^E e road ^A
A It makes me feel a little low ^C#m
F#m Steel guitar on the radio ^D
And it's kinda ^A scary the way these truckers ^D fly ^{A E
A} So this is how leaving fe ^C#m els
^F#m Drinking coffee and making dea ^D ls
With the One abo ^A ve to get me thr ^D ough the night ^A
Chorus 2 times
Cry on the shoulder ^E of the road ^A