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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Julie Roberts
Julie Roberts
Interprète
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Guitare électrique
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Batterie
David Hungate
David Hungate
Basse
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Claviers
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Pat McLaughlin
Pat McLaughlin
Chœurs
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Orgue
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jess Brown
Jess Brown
Composition
Patrick Jason Matthews
Patrick Jason Matthews
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Production
Gary Paczosa
Gary Paczosa
Ingénierie de mixage
David Bryant
David Bryant
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Steve Crowder
Steve Crowder
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Thomas Johnson
Thomas Johnson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

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
Writer(s): Patrick Jason Matthews, Jess Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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