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Well there's no more smoky bars in |
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California |
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There ain't no wildlife left in |
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TennesseeBut |
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I keep on living every song |
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I'm singing |
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And they're trying to put an end to guys like me |
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All that's left in |
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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 they're 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 |
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BroadwayWaiting for my turn to sing my dreams |
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I'm just a |
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California boy with my old guitar |
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And they're 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 |
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BroadwayWaiting for my turn to sing my dreams |
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I'm just a |
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California boy with my old guitar |
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And they're trying to put and end to guys like me |
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Yeah, they're trying to put an end to guys like me |
