They said, "Don't go. Nothing in Bakersfield.
A hot wind do blow and cracks both heart and field."
Through pleas and threats, the ache it would not yield.
I never meant to go out of my head. Then I heard she's in Bakersfield.

I've never been this far from home. On my way to Bakersfield.
When I let go the wheel the car roams toward the hardpan of Bakersfield.

She once told me, "I never felt pretty in Bakersfield."
I said, "I do not believe that any town could tarnish that beauty."
So ease off the clutch and dip from the Tehachapis into the San Joaquin.
I guess that I will have to judge when I see her in Bakersfield.

Chorus

The derricks rise and fall, whistling when the birds should be.
Is the white line a call?  Or just another kind of insanity?
White Pages is the book for unraveling this mystery.
All it takes is the courage to look down the boulevards of Bakersfield.

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