Streets

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