I came here looking for something I couldn't find anywhere else Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody I just want a chance to be myself I've spent a thousand miles a-thumbin' Yes, I've worn blisters on my heels Trying to find me something better Here on the streets of Bakersfield Hey, you don't know me, but you don't like me You say you care less how I feel But how many of you that sit and judge me Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? Spent sometime in San Francisco I spent a night there in the can They threw this drunk man in my jail cell I took 15 dollars from that man Left him my watch and my old house key Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal Then I thanked him as I was leaving And I headed out for Bakersfield Hey, you don't know me, but you don't like me You say you care less how I feel But how many of you that sit and judge me Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? Hey, you don't know me, but you don't like me You say you care less how I feel But how many of you that sit and judge me Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? How many of you that sit and judge me Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you're gonna say when you get home Something is happening but you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? You sneak into the window and you say, "Is this where it is?" Somebody points his finger at you and says, "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?", someone else says, "What is?" You say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?" Something is happening but you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? You hand in your ticket to go see the geek Who wokes up too when he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" as he hands you a bone Something is happening, you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? You have many contacts out there among the lumberjacks To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination (imagination) But nobody has any respect, anyway they just expect You to hand up a your check to tax-deductible charity organizations The sword swallower walks up and then he kneels He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels And without further notice asks you how it feels And says, "Here's your throat back, thanks for the loan" Something is happening, you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? You crawn into the room like a camel and you frown You put your eyes in your pocket and you put your nose into the ground There ought to be a law against you comin' around You got to be made to be wearing a telephone Something is happening and you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? Something is happening here but you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones?

(D. yoakam) Chorus: If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote Chorus: If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again At a cold gray apartment in Chicago A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send Chorus: If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again Then I'll be yours again

I know all your desires Your heart is so full of pain Is there something I can provide When you feel like life's passed you by I'm on your side Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Please don't ask me my name Does it matter I'm just here for you Trust me just let yourself go And that's all you need to know I'm on your side Sincerely I'm your only friend Yes I'm on your side Sincerely Don't you wish you had it all Don't you deserve to have it all Kneel down and tell me what you need Fame and money all for you I can make your every dream come true Tell me whose more important than you 'You're the apple of my ancient ties How could the world be so cruel I'll make you my own precious jewel Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that I'm on your side Sincerely I'm the only one that cares Yes I'm on your side Don't you wish you had it all Don't you deserve to have it all Kneel down and tell me what you need Fame and money all for you I can make your every dream come true There is one thing I mean everything has a price I really hate to repeat myself But nothing's free Sincerely Yes I'm on your side SincerelyI 'M the only one that cares Oh I'm on your side Sincerely Don't you wish you had it all Don't you deserve to have it all Kneel down and tell me what you need Don't you wish you had it all Don't you deserve to have it all Don't you wish you had it all Don't you deserve to have it all Kneel down and tell me what you need Fame and money all for you I can make your every dream come true Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that Gimme this, gimme that