| Well there’s no more smokey bars in California,
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| There ain’t no wildlife left in Tennessee,
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| But I keep on living every song I’m singing,
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| And their trying to put an end to guys like me,
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| All that’s left in Bakersfield is a jukebox,
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| And it’s haunted by old songs and memories,
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| It’s getting hard to find a place to play my guitar,
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| And their trying to put an end to guys like me,
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| Well, I’d like to find a place where love surrounds me,
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| Some town where they don’t mind me hanging around,
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| A place where life don’t move to fast,
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| And what you are is not a thing of the past,
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| Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
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| Well, I’m sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
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| Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
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| I’m just a California boy with my old guitar,
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| And their trying to put and end to guys like me,
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| Well, I’d like to find a place where love surrounds me,
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| Some town where they don’t mind me hanging around,
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| A place where life don’t move to fast,
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| And what you are is not a thing of the past,
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| Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
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| Well, I’m sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
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| Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
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| I’m just a California boy with my old guitar,
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| And their trying to put and end to guys like me,
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| Yeah their trying to put an end to guys like me |