Текст песни Streets of Bakersfield - Buck Owens

I came here looking for somethin′
I couldn't find anywhere else
Well, I don′t want 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
I don′t like folks thinking that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as he was sleeping
And I headed out for 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
How many of you that sit and judge me?
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield