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