Streets Of Bakersfield

Buck Owens

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I came here in looking for something  
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I couldn't find anywhere else 
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Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody,  
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Just want a chance to be myself 

I've done a thousand miles of thumbin', 
Yes, I've worn blisters on my heels 
Trying to find me something better 
On the streets of Bakersfield 

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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 

Chorus 

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

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