| I was takin' a walk through a small country city
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| Just seem' what there was to see
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| I sat down to read a historical marker
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| When I felt someone sit down by me
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| He leaned on the tank that was helping his breathing
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| Said it’s bad when your body is gone
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| I said this is sure a nice town that you’ve got here
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| He said yeah, but there’s no place like home
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| I wish I could see Bakersfield
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| Where the oil wells are pumpin'
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| The oranges are bloomin'
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| And the grapevine winds down from the hill
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| When I close my eyes I can touch the clear skies
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| At the corner where I used to live
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| Oh I wish I could see Bakersfield
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| He said you don’t ever know where life’s gonna lead you
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| When you go ramblin' off down the track
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| Sometimes I wish I’d never left California
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| Then I couldn’t want to go back
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| Recitation:
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| He said «You know, I used to be a well-known country singer
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| Made my first record back in 1953
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| At one time Buck Owens was my lead guitar player
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| And ol' Hag once wrote a song about me»
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| I wish I could see Bakersfield
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| Where the oil wells are pumpin'
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| The oranges are bloomin'
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| And the grapevine winds down from the hill
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| When I close my eyes I can touch the clear skies
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| At the corner where I used to live
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| Oh I wish I could see Bakersfield
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| Oh I wish I could see Bakersfield |