Lyrics Martina McBride

Martina McBride

Cry on the Shoulder of the Road

I'm rolling out of Bakersfield

My own private hell on wheels

But this time I'm gone for good

I've never gone this far before

Beyond the slammin' of the back screen door

But you never loved me like you should

And there ain't no telling what I'll find

But I might as well move down the line

'Cause 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 leavin' feels

Drinking coffee and makin' deals with the One above

To get me through the night

'Cause there ain't no telling what I'll find

But I might as well move down the line

'Cause 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

And there ain't no telling what I'll find

But I might as well move down the line

'Cause 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

Cry on the shoulder of the road