Bakersfield - Social Distortion

Take me down that line

Gonna tour that heavy load

I can’t seem to make it Make it on my own

Turn the lights down low now

Turn down our bed

I can’t seam to get you out of my head

Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close, yet so far far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You’re a million miles away

I feel the heat coming down now

Sweat runs down my face

I can hardly fake it, girl

Fake it through this day

Was it something that I said

Or something I didn’t do Eightteen more hours, girl

'Til I’m home to you

Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close, yet so far far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You’re a million miles away, yeah

So I walked out that lonely truck stop

With my head hanging down

Wondering

How in the hell I got myself into this mess

And more importantly

How I was going to get myself out of it So I wrote a song for you, baby girl

And I hope that when I return home

The locks ain’t changed on the doors

And there’s still a spot for me On that big ol' California king-sized bed

Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close, yet so far far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You’re a million miles away

Won’t you come see me in Bakersfield

Ohh, I’m not a million miles away