Streets of Bakersfield
by Dwight Yoakam
I came here looking for something
That I could not find anywhere else
I am not trying to be anybody
I would just like a chance to be myself
I have hitch hiked over a thousand miles
Yes I have gotten blisters on my heels
Trying to find something better for myself
Here on the streets of Bakersfield
You do not know me but you dislike me
You say you could not care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
I spent some time in San Francisco
I spent a night there in jail
They threw this drunk man in my cell,
And I stole fifteen dollars from the very same
I Left him my watch and my old house key
Don't want folks thinking that I would steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving,
Heading out for Bakersfield
You do not know me but you dislike me
You say you could not care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
You do not know me but you dislike me
You say you could not care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
Tell me, how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
That I could not find anywhere else
I am not trying to be anybody
I would just like a chance to be myself
I have hitch hiked over a thousand miles
Yes I have gotten blisters on my heels
Trying to find something better for myself
Here on the streets of Bakersfield
You do not know me but you dislike me
You say you could not care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
I spent some time in San Francisco
I spent a night there in jail
They threw this drunk man in my cell,
And I stole fifteen dollars from the very same
I Left him my watch and my old house key
Don't want folks thinking that I would steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving,
Heading out for Bakersfield
You do not know me but you dislike me
You say you could not care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
You do not know me but you dislike me
You say you could not care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
Tell me, how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
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