STREETS OF BAKERSFIELD
(Homer Joy)
« © '72 Tree Publishing, BMI »

I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
Well I don't wanna be nobody
Just want a chance to be myself

I've done a thousand miles of thumbin'
I've worn blisters on my heels
Tryin' 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
Have ever walked the streets of Bakerfield

[ guitar ]

Spent some time in San Francisco
Spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunkard in my jail cell
I took fifteen dollars from that man
I left him my wristwatch, 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

[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
Have ever walked the streets of Bakerfield