Bakersfield

Take me down that line

Gonna tour that heavy load

I can＇t seam to make it

Make it on my own

Turn the lights down low now

Turn down our bed

I can＇t seam to get you out of my head

Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close yet so far far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You a million miles away

I feel the heat coming down now

Sweat runs down my face

I can hardly fake it girl

Fake it through this day

Was it something that I said

Or something I didn＇t do

Eight-teen more hours girl

Till I＇m home to you

Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close yet so far far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

Your a million miles away yeah

So I walked out that lonely truck stop

With my head hanging down

Wondering

How in the hell I got myself into this mess

And more importantly

How I was going to get myself out of it

So I wrote a song for you baby girl

And I hope that when I return home

The locks aint changed on the doors

And there＇s still a spot for me

On that big ol California king sized bed

Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close yet so far far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You a million miles away

Wont you come see me in Bakersfield ohhhh I＇m not a million miles away