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Take me down that line
Gonna tow 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 seem to get you
Out of my head
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You're so close yet so far, far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You're a million miles away, yeah
I feel the heat coming down now
Sweat runs down my face
I can hardly fake it go
Fake it through this day
Was it something that I said
Or something I didn't do
Eighteen more hours, girl
'Til I'm home to you
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You're so close yet so far, far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You're a million miles away, yeah
So I walk 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 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 size bed
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You're so close yet so far, far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You're a million miles away, yeah
Won't you come see me in Bakersfield?
Ooh I'm not a million miles away yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
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