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