Lyrics:
Well, I learned how to walk and I learned how to run in Bakersfield
Should've done time over things I'd done in Bakersfield
I tasted my first taste
didn't even turn to wave goodbye
Bakersfield should hang its head, for letting this one go
A town should never be so cold to reap somebody's soul
No one's
a thousand miles of thumbin'
Yes, I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
Here on the streets of Bakersfield
Hey, you don't
a thousand miles of thumbin'
Yes, I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
Here on the streets of Bakersfield
Hey, you don't
a thousand miles of thumbin'
Yes, I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
On the streets of Bakersfield
You don't know me, but
the breeze
She leaned and whispered my name is Tiffany.
But I called her Bakersfield
And it would always make her smile.
Don't know where she is today
in her seat
Her mom says I'm sorry
But I am smiling cause
I'm on the bus from Bakersfield
Can't wait to go home and have a hot meal
Tell all the bus
Sulking down suburban streets
Initials carved in wet concrete
The fossilized remains
Of young and carefree days
I'm back in Bakersfield
Drove a John
a thousand miles of thumbin',
Yes, I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
On the streets of Bakersfield.
You don't know me but you
The Tule Fog obscures the glow
Of the Christmas lights across the road
And Tumble weeds in Bakersfield
Will have to do for snow
The threat of rain
Everything was fine when I was twenty-nine
But everything is better
Since we got together for the second time
Bakersfield
In the dust
Take me there
The sidewalk is cold and wet
And my boots 'bout as worn as they get
Not one soul knows the way it feels
When it's raining in bakersfield
Now the bar
The question changed the way I pick and play
Ooh and my fate was sealed
There on the I-5 North to Bakersfield
I soon settled up at the bass player's home
Loaded
Tell me baby what i gotta do for yo love
20 50 100 doesnt feel like enough
Bakersfield living take a bitch down to the bluffs
Extra grams in the wood
The sidewalk cold and wet
My boots 'bout as worn as they get
Not one soul knows the way it feels
When it's raining in Bakersfield
Now the bar room
they call me the king of bakersfield
I work from dusk to dawn for paramount pictures
Set carpenter and all around handy man
Back in bakersfield I
here
He said yeah, but there's no place like home
I wish I could see Bakersfield
Where the oil wells are pumpin'
The oranges are bloomin'
crappy spot
It's where I am
But you're the one who always asks if you can lend a hand
And I'm the one whose always got a problem you can mend
Bakersfield
Space to Bakersfield
Are you listening?
Are you willing?
Are you able?
Two hits in digital
Space to Bakersfield, space to Bakersfield
Are you
just a feelin'
No matter where you go
From Bakersfield to San Anton
A road is just a road
When the one you love is leavin' on
And midnight's another
a thing to me
without that single coil hum and lonesome harmony
so bring back that Bakersfield sound
things just ain't the same without those Buckaroos
of California
You and your bitches and your niggas know me
It's all bout my fuckin nayborhood
Crenshaw, Bakersfield everything is good
Seems God with me
I know
Meet me in Bakersfield
For the end of the world
We'll finish the whiskey
With all the girls
Meet me in Bakersfield
For the end of the world
We'll
Let's Put Bakersfield Back On The Map
Last night when I turned on my radio
Tuned in to a good old country show
The music they called country made
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