Streets Of Bakersfield - Buck Owens/Susan Raye
I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
But I don't want to 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
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
Have 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
Left him my watch and my old house key
I don't like folks thinkin' that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as he was sleaping and
I headed out for 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
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield
How many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield