Bakersfield

Lyrics

What do you want? Where will you find it? You can call it what you will The sound of heartbreak from a jail cell Blinding work in bar in nights Jukebox letters and numbers The burning hearts and starving minds Souls in pain as if from punishment The ways and means to survive There's a passion that's put on the line Money to burn and fortunes to find Without a claim, without a stake I'm living only for today There will be starts, there will be stumbles Hearts hung out on the line to dry And a piece from wages of working But hell breaks loose on Saturday night [??] at least it's living Freedom to choose to stay or go Always a wild wind blowing Just want a guitar and a radio In the fields of the valley The sweat and toil one with the land No cup of gold, no candy mountain What better place to make a stand?