Bakersfield Lyrics

I come from a dusty little town, straight off Highway 99

Nothing but oil fields and good people, just trying to get by

And we'd go out after midnight, racing down Rosedale Drive

Watch the rodeo, listen to the radio, soaking up a real good life

And we are who we are, and we work damn hard, just trying to make a living

But on Saturday night, we're at the Crystal Palace, rocking to Book and Merle

Yeah, we're loud and we're proud, and we have our own sound

We're so much more than a small town

Yeah, something about these streets make you never wanna leave

And we'll forever be home to me

Bakersfield

Bakersfield

And I'd hang out at the In-N-Out, oh, with all of my friends

Sunday was church and Monday was school, then we started all over again

It was in those bars I first played guitar and learned who I am

It may not look like much, but there's something in that dust that pulls you in

And we are who we are, and we work damn hard, just trying to make a living

But on Saturday night, we're at the Crystal Palace, rocking to Book and Merle

Yeah, we're loud and we're proud, and we have our own sound

We're so much more than a small town

Yeah, something about these streets make you never wanna leave

And we'll forever be home to me

Bakersfield

Bakersfield

Yeah, I know I'm a million miles away, singing on Sunday

But no matter how far I go, I know I can always go home

Oh, yeah, yeah

Cause we are who we are, and we work damn hard, just trying to make a living

But on Saturday night, we're at the Crystal Palace, rocking to Book and Merle

Yeah, we're loud and we're proud, and we have our own sound

We're so much more than a small town

Yeah, something about these streets make you never wanna leave

And we'll forever be home to me

Bakersfield

Oh, Bakersfield

And I come from a dusty little town, straight off Highway 99