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Intro

 1.I'm rolling 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 slamming of the back screen door

  But you never love me like you should

 C.And there ain't no telling 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

2.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 leaving feels

Drinking coffee and making deals

With the One above to get me through the night