It’s a long way back to Bakersfield

Went out on the town looking for some thrills

when somebody jerked a pistol and a man got killed 

now I’m hiding out in the rolling hills 

and it’s a long way back to Bakersfield

I’m out in them old Lost Hills

 because I don't want my face on the evening news 

living on my own

stuck on the run and dreaming of you.

You don’t need a compass to know which way the wind blows, 

and you don’t need a map to follow your nose.

The smell will lead you right back, to Bakersfield,

armpit of California (some goat roper stole that line too)

 Come on in Johnny, we'd like to talk to you…

No thanks, I will have to get back to you

Supper is on the stove and your sister is here

waiting on me to hang up on you.

My life as it should be, is a long long way from there.  

Goodbye.

Living a lonely life 

stuck on the run and dreaming of you 

because it’s a long way back to Bakersfield. 

I never used a semi colon I didn’t like.