Streets of Bakersfield Songtext
von Buck Owens

I came here looking for something
I couldn′t find anywhere else
But I don't wanna 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
Tryna 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?


Spent some time in San Francisco
Spent a night there in the can
They'd threw this drunk man in my jail cell
I took 15 dollars from that man

I 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 sleepin'
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?

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