(Kostas/Treant Summar)
Well, thereÔÇÖs no more smokey bars in California,
There ainÔÇÖt no wildlife left in Tennessee,
But I keep on living every song IÔÇÖm singing,
And their trying to put an end to guys like me.
All thatÔÇÖs left in Bakersfield is a jukebox,
And itÔÇÖs haunted by old songs and memories,
ItÔÇÖs getting hard to find a place to play my guitar,
And their trying to put an end to guys like me.
Well, IÔÇÖd like to find a place where love surrounds me,
Some town where they donÔÇÖt mind me hanging around,
A place where life donÔÇÖt move to fast,
And what you are is not a thing of the past.
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
Well, IÔÇÖm sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
IÔÇÖm just a California boy with my old guitar,
And their trying to put and end to guys like me.
Well, IÔÇÖd like to find a place where love surrounds me,
Some town where they donÔÇÖt mind me hanging around,
A place where life donÔÇÖt move to fast,
And what you are is not a thing of the past.
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
Well, IÔÇÖm sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
IÔÇÖm just a California boy with my old guitar,
And their trying to put and end to guys like me.
Yeah, their trying to put an end to guys like me...
