Son Volt - Bakersfield lyrics
rate meWhat 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?