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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

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