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