I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
I don't want to be nobody
Just wanna 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
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
Bridge
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 key
I don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as he was sleeping
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
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
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How many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
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