A C#m I'm rolling out of Bakersfield F#m D My own private hell on wheels A D A E But this time I'm gone for good A C#m And I've never gone this far before F#m D Beyond the slamming of the back screen door A D A But you never love me like you shouldA C#m It makes me feel a little low F#m D Steel guitar on the radio A D A E And it's kinda scary the way these truckers fly A C#m So this is how leaving feels F#m D Drinking coffee and making deals A D A With the One above to get me through the night Chorus 2 times E A Cry on the shoulder of the roadE A And there ain't no telling what I'll find D A But I might as well move down the line D A E There's no comfort here in your zip code F#m E A I'd rather break down on the highway Bm C#m D With no one to share my load E A And cry on the shoulder of the road