 | Mile marker 203, the gas gauge leaning on the edge of "E",
An' I'll be danged if the rain ain't pouring down.
There's something smoking underneath the hood,
It's a-banging and a-clangingAnd it can't be good,
And it's another fifty miles to the nearest town.
Everything I own is in the back in a hefty bag;
I'm outta cigarettes an' I'm down to my last drag.
I'd sure hate to break down here,
Nothing up ahead or in the rear view mirror
Out in the middle of no-where, no-where
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling
So, God help me, keep me moving somehow
Don't let me start wishing I was with him now
I made it this far without crying a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down here.
Under fifty thousand miles ago,
Before the bad blood and busted radio,
He said I was all he had ever needed.
But love is blind and little did I know,
You were just another dead end road,
Made with pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby, leaving you is easier than being gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong.
I'd sure hate to break down here,
Nothing up ahead or in the rear view mirror
Out in the middle of no-where, no-where
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling.
So, God help me, keep me moving somehow
Don't let me start wishing I was with him now
I made it this far without crying a single tear
An' I'd sure hate to break down here
Oh, no.
I'd sure hate to break down here,
With nothing up ahead or in the rear view mirror
Out in the middle of no-where, no-where
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling
So, God help me, keep me moving somehow
Don't let me start wishing I was with him now
I made it this far without crying a single tear
An' I'd sure hate to break down,
It's too late to turn around
I'd sure hate to break down here.
Written by Julie Roberts
Submitted by Amber Palmer |  |
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