Artist: Buck Owens Song: Streets of Bakersfield [Verse 1] D E7 A D A D I came here in looking for something E7 A I couldn't find anywhere else A D Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody, E7 A 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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
