Take me down that line
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Gonna tow that heavy load
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I can't seem to make it
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Make it on my own
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Turn the lights down low now
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Turn down our bed
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I can't seem to get you
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Out of my head
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Stranded here in Bakersfield
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So close, yet so far, far away
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Stranded here in Bakersfield
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You're a million miles away, yea, yea
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I feel the heat coming down now
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Sweat runs down my face
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I can hardly fake it, girl
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Fake it thru this day
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Was it something that I said?
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Or something I didn't do?
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Eighteen more hours, girl
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a¢æ?Til I'm home to you
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Stranded here in Bakersfield
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So close, yet so far, far away
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Stranded here in Bakersfield
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You're a million miles away, yea, yea
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So I walked out that lonely truck stop
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With my head hanging down
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Wondering how in the hell I got myself into this mess
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And more importantly
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How I was gonna get myself out of it
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So I wrote a song for you, baby girl
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And I hope when I return home
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The locks ain't changed on the doors
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And there's still a spot for me
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On that big ol' California king sized bed
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Stranded here in Bakersfield
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So close yet, so far, far away
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Stranded here in Bakersfield
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You're a million miles away, yea, yea
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Won't you come see me in Bakersfield?
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I'm not a million miles away
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Bakersfield
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