โหลดเพลง mp3 Streets of Bakersfield - Buck Owens

Streets of Bakersfield - Buck Owens

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else

I'm not wanting to be nobody

Just want a chance to be myself

I've done a thousand miles of thumbin'

I've worn blisters on my heels

Trying to find me something better

On the streets of Bakers field

You don't know me but you don't like me

You say you care less how I feel

But how many of you that sit and judge me

Ever walked the streets of Bakers field

Spent some time in San Francisco

I spent a night there in the can

They threw this drunk man in my jail cell

Took fifteen dollars from that man

Left him my watch and my old house key

Don't like folks thinkin' that I'd steal

Then I thanked him as he was leaving and
I headed for Bakers field

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 Bakers field

How many of you that sit and judge me

Ever walked the streets of Bakers field