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I'm rollin' out of Bakersfield My own private hell on wheels But this time I'm gone for good And 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 tellin what I'll find But I might as well move down the line 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 those truckers fly So this is how leaving feels Drinking coffee and making deals with the One above To get me through the night And there ain't no tellin what I'll find But I might as well move down the line There's no comfort here in your zip code I'd rather break down on the highway With no one to share my load SongtexteAnd cry on the shoulder of the road And there ain't no tellin what I'll find But I might as well move down the line 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 Aus Songtexte Mania