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