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Well theres no more smokey bars in California,
There aint no wildlife left in Tennessee,
But I keep on living every song Im singing,
And their trying to put an end to guys like me,
All thats left in Bakersfield is a jukebox,
And its haunted by old songs and memories,
Its getting hard to find a place to play my guitar,
And their trying to put an end to guys like me,
Well, Id like to find a place where love surrounds me,
Some town where they dont mind me hanging around,
A place where life dont move to fast,
And what you are is not a thing of the past,
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
Well, Im sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
Im just a California boy with my old guitar,
And their trying to put and end to guys like me,
Well, Id like to find a place where love surrounds me,
Some town where they dont mind me hanging around,
A place where life dont move to fast,
And what you are is not a thing of the past,
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
Well, Im sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
Im just a California boy with my old guitar,
And their trying to put and end to guys like me,
Yeah their trying to put an end to guys like me