Well thereÂ’s no more smokey bars in California,
There ainÂ’t no wildlife left in Tennessee,
But I keep on living every song IÂ’m singing,
And their trying to put an end to guys like me,
All thatÂ’s left in Bakersfield is a jukebox,
And itÂ’s haunted by old songs and memories,
ItÂ’s getting hard to find a place to play my guitar,
And their trying to put an end to guys like me,

Well, IÂ’d like to find a place where love surrounds me,
Some town where they donÂ’t mind me hanging around,
A place where life donÂ’t move to fast,
And what you are is not a thing of the past,
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
Well, IÂ’m sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
IÂ’m just a California boy with my old guitar,
And their trying to put and end to guys like me,

Well, IÂ’d like to find a place where love surrounds me,
Some town where they donÂ’t mind me hanging around,
A place where life donÂ’t move to fast,
And what you are is not a thing of the past,
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground,
Well, IÂ’m sitting on a barstool down on Broadway,
Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams,
IÂ’m 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