Been scanning this radio dial
From left to right
Ain't heard a crying steel guitar lick
All dang night
That's alright, I can still sing
All the songs I know
Even if they don't play em no more
On the radio
It Makes me wanna go to Bakersfield
Walk the streets
Feel the same things that
Buck must've felt with my own 2 feet
When I hear that twang
Always makes me feel
Like I want pack my bags
Playlist some hag
And go to Bakersfield
Suns on the rise I need to rest my eyes
I ain't far from home
With a little luck I'll Dream of
Nudie suits and bright Rhinestones
Take a Couple of days make sure the bills are paid and get some Rest
Then I'm filling up my tank hitting the road And Heading out West
It Makes me wanna go to Bakersfield
Walk the streets
Feel the same things that Buck must've felt With my own two feet
When I hear that twang
Always makes me feel
Like I want pack my bags
Playlist some hag
And go to Bakersfield
It Makes me wanna go to Bakersfield
Walk the streets
Feel the same things that Buck must've felt With my own two feet
When I hear that twang
Always makes me feel
Like I want pack my bags
Playlist some hag
And go to Bakersfield
Yeah I want pack my bags
Playlist some hag
And go to Bakersfield
