| Streets of Bakersfield |
| Buck Owens |
| I came here in looking for something |
| I couldn't find anywhere else |
| 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 |
| Solo |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| How many of you that sit and judge me |
| Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield |