Текст (слова) песни: Buck Owens - Streets Of Bakersfield
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` yes I`ve worn blisters on my heels Tryin` to find me something better on the streets of Bakersfield You don`t know me but you don`t like me you say you careless how I feel How many of you that sit and judge me ever walked the streets of Bakerfield [ guitar ] 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... How many of you that sit and judge me ever walked the streets of Bakerfield
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