Streets Of Bakersfield Songtext

Buck Owens

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Streets Of Bakersfield Songtext
I came here looking
for something I couldn't find anywhere else

Well I don't wanna be nobody
just want a chance to be myself

I've done a thousand miles of thumbin'
yes I've worn blisters on my heels

Tryin' to find me something better on the streets of Bakersfield

You don't know me
but you don't like me
you say you careless how I feel

How many of you that sit and judge me
ever walked the streets of Bakersfield

[ guitar ]

Spent some time in San Francisco
spent a night there in the can

They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
I took fifteen dollars from that man

I left him my watch and my old house key
I don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal

Then I thanked him as he was sleeping
and I headed out for Bakersfield

You don't know me...

How many of you that sit and judge me
ever walked the streets of Bakersfield
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