Mile marker 203, the gas gauge on the edge of "E", An' I'll be dang'd if the ain't pourin' down. There's smokin' underneath the hood, It's a-bangin' and a-clangin' an' it be good, An' it's fifty miles to the nearest town. Everythin' I own's in the in a hefty bag; I'm outta cigarettes an' I'm to my last drag.
I'd sure hate to down here, up ahead or in the rear view mirror. Out in the of nowhere, knowin'. I'm in trouble if these stop rollin'. So, God me, keep me movin' somehow. Don't let me start wishin' I was him now. I it this far without cryin' a single tear. I'd sure hate to down here.
fifty thousand miles ago, Before the bad an' busted radio, He I was all he had ever needed. But love is blind an' did I know, You were another dead end road, with pretty lies an' broken dreams. Baby, leavin' you is easier bein' gone. I don't know what do if one more thing goes wrong.
I'd sure to break down here, up ahead or in the rear view mirror. Out in the of nowhere, knowin'. I'm in if these wheels stop rollin'. So, God me, keep me movin' somehow. Don't let me start I was with him now. I it this far without cryin' a single tear. An' I'd sure hate to break here. Oh, no.
I'd sure hate to break here, With nothin' up ahead or in the rear mirror. Out in the of nowhere, knowin'. I'm in trouble if these wheels rollin'. So, God help me, keep me somehow. Don't let me start I was with him now. I made it this far without cryin' a tear. An' I'd sure hate to down, It's too late to around. I'd sure hate to down here.