Text: Social Distortion. Hard Times And Nursery Rhymes. Bakersfield.

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
So close, yet so far, far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You?re a million miles away, yea, yea

I feel the heat coming down now
Sweat runs down my face
I can hardly fake it, girl
Fake it thru 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
So close, yet so far, far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You?re a million miles away, yea, yea

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 gonna 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 sized bed

Stranded here in Bakersfield
So close yet, so far, far away
Stranded here in Bakersfield
You?re a million miles away, yea, yea
Won?t you come see me in Bakersfield?
I?m not a million miles away