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
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