Streets of Bakersfield (feat. Buck Owens) - Live

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else

Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody

I just want a chance to be myself

I've done a thousand miles of thumbing

Yes I've worn blisters on my heels

Trying to find me something better

Here on the streets of Bakersfield

Hey, you don't know me, but you don't like me

You say you care less how I feel

But how many of you that sit and judge me

Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Spent sometime in San Francisco

I spent a night there in the can

They threw this drunk man in my jail cell

I took fifteen dollars from that man

Left him my watch and my old house keys

Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal

Then I thanked him as I was leaving, and

I headed out for Bakersfield

Hey, you don't know me, but you don't like me

You say you care less how I feel

But how many of you that sit and judge me

Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Hey, you don't know me, but you don't like me

You say you care less how I feel

But how many of you that sit and judge me

Have walked the streets of Bakersfield?

How many of you that sit and judge me

Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?