I came here look ing for (D)some thing
I could n’t find an y where (A)else.
Hey, I’m not try’ng to be no (D)bod y,
just want a chance to be my (A)self.
I’ve done a thou sand miles of (D)thumb in’,
don’t I’ve worn holes in both my (A)heels,
Try’ng to find me as some thing (D)bet ter
and I head ed on the streets of Ba kers (A)field.
(CN.C.)Oh, you don’t know me but you don’t (D)like me.
You say you care less how I (A)feel.
But how man y of you that sit and (D)judge me
have ev er walked the streets of Ba kers (A)field?
Spent some time in San Fran (D)cis co,
I spent a night there in the (A)can.
They threw this drunk man in my (D)jail cell,
took fif teen dol lars from that (A)man.
Left him my watch and my old (D)house key,
don’t want folks think in’ that I’d (A)steal.
Then I thanked him as I was (D)leav ing,
and I head ed for the streets of Ba kers (A)field.
(CN.C.)Oh, you don’t know me but you don’t (D)like me.
You say you care less how I (A)feel.
But how man y of you that sit and (D)judge me
have ev er walked the streets of Ba kers (A)field?
(A)field?
(A)field?
How man y of you that sit and (D)judge me
have ev er walked the streets of Ba kers (A)field?
This page shows “Streets Of Bakersfield” by Dwight Yoakam & Buck Owens in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of A at 140 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.