Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break Down Here , by - Julie Roberts. Song from the album Julie Roberts, in the genre КантриRelease date: 31.12.2003
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
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 |