I'd Sure Hate To Break Down Here - Trace Adkins

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The gas gauge leaning on the edge of 'E'

And i’ll be danged if the rain aint pourin' down

Somethings smokin' underneath the hood

Theres a bangin' and a clangin' and it cant be good

And it’s another 50 miles to the nearest town

Everything I own’s in the back in a Hefty bag

Imm out of cigarettes and Im down to my last drag

I’d sure hate to break down here

Nothin' up ahead or in the rearview mirror

Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'

I’m in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'

So God help me keep me movin' somewhere

Dont let me start wishin' I was with her now

Ive made it this far without cyin' a single tear

And i’d sure hate to break down here

A hundred 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, leaving you was easier than being gone

Don’t know what i’ll do if one more thing goes wrong

Its too late to turn around

I’d sure hate to break down here

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