Tom: A
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 should
E 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
A 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 road
