Streets of Bakersfield (with Buck Owens) - Dwight Yoakam, Buck Owens

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

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