Bakersfield Clay

Brown are the flowers that bloomed for hours

And I'll take the old Gold Line

I'll wrap them in ribbon and fine lace linen

I'll be in Kern County tonight

 I'll show up to your door holdin’ nothing more

 Than the memories we had in spades

 And we'll water the petals with the tears that we shed

 And bloom from the Bakersfield clay

On a train full of hounddogs with a sorry excuse

For a dishonest love we once knew

I've been travelin’ to show you that the sunshine won't burn

And the winter couldn't spoil our roots

 I'll show up to your door holdin’ nothing more

 Than the memories we had in spades

 And we'll water the petals with the tears that we shed

 And bloom from the Bakersfield clay