Streets Of Bakersfield
Buck Owens
Streets Of Bakersfield
I came here in looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
I don't want to see nobody
Just want a chance to be myself
I've done a thousand miles of thumbing
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 don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
How many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield
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 keys
Don't like folks thinking that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as he was sleeping
And I headed out for Bakersfield
Repeat #3
How many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield