| Some years ago some stars and I formed this big band
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| They went on to be somebody and I’m their greatest fan
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| I helped write the music that set their ship a-sail
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| And I’m still playing guitar in a bar in Bakersfield
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| This town had a new sound and we found it on a gig
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| God bless the boys that used it and went off to make it big
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| I could’ve left and done it too but I couldn’t leave this city
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| 'Cause she’s the dad-gum bar maid at a bar in Bakersfield
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| Hey, I could have busted out some years ago
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| But you kept beggin' me not to go
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| There were times when things were rough on us but we never missed no meal
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| Existing, playin' guitar in a bar in Bakersfield
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| I’ve been busy playin' rhythm and learnin' lead guitar
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| Had to stay and make a living, had no time to be a star
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| Oh, I’ll never make the big time and I’ll never be no wheel
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| Damn it, I’ve booked seven nights a week in this bar in Bakersfield
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| Hey, I could have busted out some years ago
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| Ah, but you kept beggin' me not to go
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| There were times when things were rough on us but we never missed no meal
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| Existing, playin' guitar in a bar in Bakersfield
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| I’ve been survivin', playin' guitar in a bar in Bakersfield |