Buck Owens - Streets of Bakersfield | Текст песни

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• Buck Owens
• Streets of Bakersfield

D E7 A D
A D
I came here in looking for something
E7 A
I couldn't find anywhere else
A D
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody,
E7 A
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

Chorus:
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