Letra de Bakersfield - Social Distortion
Letra de canci�n de Bakersfield de Social Distortion lyrics
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
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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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/bakersfield-social-distortion.php
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