Julie Roberts Break Down Here

My marker 203, the gas gauge leaning on the edge of it. And I'll be dang if the rain ain't pouring down. There's something smoking underneath the hood. It's a-banging and a-clanging, and it can't be good. And it's another 50 miles to the nearest town. Everything I own's in the back in a hefty bag. Out of cigarettes and I'm down to my last rag. I sure hate to break down here. Nothing off the header in the rearview mirror. I'm in trouble if these wheels start rolling. 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 sure hate to break down here. Under 50,000 miles ago, before the bad blood and busted radio. You said I was all you'd ever need. Love was blind and little did I know. You were just another dead end road. Paved 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 sure hate to break down here. Nothing off the header in the rearview mirror. Out in the middle of nowhere knowing. I'm in trouble if these wheels start rolling. 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 sure hate to break down here. Nothing off the header in the rearview mirror. Out in the middle of nowhere knowing. I'm in trouble if these wheels start rolling. 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 sure hate to break down here. It's too late to turn around. I sure hate to break down here. Mile marker 215.