Streets of Bakersfield

Homer Joy

 

I came here in looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else

Hey, I'm not trying to 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

Trying to 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 threw this drunk man in my jail cell,

I took fifteen dollars from that man

I left him my watch and my old house keys,

Don't like folks thinking that I'd steal

Then I thanked him as he was sleeping,

And I headed out for Bakersfield

How many of you that sit and judge me

Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield