Album: Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes
Take me down that line
Gonna tour that heavy load
I can't seam to make it
Make it on my own
Turn the lights down low now
Turn down our bed
I can't seam to get you out of my head
Stranded here in Bakersfield
So close yet so far far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You a million miles away
I feel the heat coming down now
Sweat runs down my face
I can hardly fake it girl
Fake it through this day
Was it something that I said
Or something I didn't do
Eight-teen more hours girl
Till I'm home to you
Stranded here in Bakersfield
So close yet so far far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
Your a million miles away yeah
So I walked out that lonely truck stop
With my head hanging down
Wondering
How in the hell I got myself into this mess
And more importantly
How I was going to get myself out of it
So I wrote a song for you baby girl
And I hope that when I return home
The locks aint changed on the doors
And there's still a spot for me
On that big ol California king sized bed
Stranded here in Bakersfield
So close yet so far far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You a million miles away
Wont you come see me in Bakersfield ohhhh I'm not a million miles away