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I'm rAolling out of Bakersfield C#m
F#mMy own private hell on D wheels
But thisA time I'm gDone for good A E
AAnd I've never gone this far before C#m
F#mBeyond the slamming of the back screen door D
But you Anever love me like you should D A
And there ain't no tEelling what I'll find A
But I might Das well move down the line A
DThere's no comfort here in your zip A code E
I'd rather breakF#m down on the highwaEy A
With no one to share my Bmload C#m D
And cry on the shoulder of thEe road A
AIt makes me feel a little low C#m
F#mSteel guitar on the radio D
And it's kindaA scary the way these truckersD fly A E
ASo this is how leaving feC#mels
F#mDrinking coffee and making deaDls
With the One aboAve to get me thrDough the night A
Cry on the shoulder Eof the road A
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