Текст песне : Julie Roberts. Break Down Here.
Mile marker 203
The gas gauge leanin' on the edge of E
And I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin down
There's somethin smokin' underneath the hood
It's a bangin' and a clangin' and it can't be good
And it's another 50 miles to the nearest town
Everything I own is in the back in a Hefty bag
I'm outta cigarettes and I'm down to my last drag
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down here
Under fifty-thousand miles ago
Before the bad blood and busted radio
You said I was all you'd ever need
But love is blind and little did I know
That you were just another dead-end road
Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby leavin' you is easier than bein' gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
And I'd sure hate to break down here, oh no
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down, it's to late to turn around
And I'd sure hate to break down here
Mile marker 215
The gas gauge leanin' on the edge of E
And I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin down
There's somethin smokin' underneath the hood
It's a bangin' and a clangin' and it can't be good
And it's another 50 miles to the nearest town
Everything I own is in the back in a Hefty bag
I'm outta cigarettes and I'm down to my last drag
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down here
Under fifty-thousand miles ago
Before the bad blood and busted radio
You said I was all you'd ever need
But love is blind and little did I know
That you were just another dead-end road
Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby leavin' you is easier than bein' gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
And I'd sure hate to break down here, oh no
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down, it's to late to turn around
And I'd sure hate to break down here
Mile marker 215
Roberts, Julie
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