Son Volt - Bakersfield lyrics

rate me

What do you want?

You can called it what you will

The sound of heartbreak from a jail cell

Blinding works in bar all nights

Two bags of letters and numbers

The burning hearts and starving minds

Souls in pain as if from punishment

Ways and needs to survive

There’s a passion that put us in the line

Money to burn and fortune to find

Without a claim without stake

I’m living only for today

will be starts there will be stumble

Our tongue out on the line

In a piece from wagers of working

But hell breaks lose on Saturday night

Would you never least this living

Freedom to chose to stay down

Always a wild wind blowing

Just want a guitar and a radio

In the fields of valley

The sweet and toil along with the land

No cup of gold

No candy mountain

What better place to make a stand?