Bury Me in Bakersfield
Sometimes I couldn't help it
Couldn't stop myself if I tried
Living my life so far off the edge
Too much whiskey, too little wine
The devil be coming for answers
Did you make the most of your time
I'd trade my soul to do it over again
Don't need forty days or nights
We were kings and we were young
We had the whole world under our thumbs
But will this train slow down or keep on going until we get to the other side
Running on highs and never too low
Forgot to take it all in again once more
My stop is coming
And you know the way I feel
You can bury me in Bakersfield
The winter winds be a blowing
Dragging us head to toe around the state
Living lives that told us where to go
Should've been in the driver's seat
And now we'll never know
Reached the end of both our roads
Driving on the 99 at night with you with both eyes closed
We were kings and we were young
We had the whole world under our thumbs
But will this train slow down or keep on going until we get to the other side
Running on highs and never too low
Forgot to take it all in again once more
My stop is coming
And you know the way I feel
You can bury me in Bakersfield
We were kings and we were young
We had the whole world under our thumbs
But will this train slow down or keep on going until we get to the other side
Running on highs and never too low
Forgot to take it all in again once more
My stop is coming
And you know the way I feel
You can bury me in Bakersfield
Couldn't stop myself if I tried
Living my life so far off the edge
Too much whiskey, too little wine
The devil be coming for answers
Did you make the most of your time
I'd trade my soul to do it over again
Don't need forty days or nights
We were kings and we were young
We had the whole world under our thumbs
But will this train slow down or keep on going until we get to the other side
Running on highs and never too low
Forgot to take it all in again once more
My stop is coming
And you know the way I feel
You can bury me in Bakersfield
The winter winds be a blowing
Dragging us head to toe around the state
Living lives that told us where to go
Should've been in the driver's seat
And now we'll never know
Reached the end of both our roads
Driving on the 99 at night with you with both eyes closed
We were kings and we were young
We had the whole world under our thumbs
But will this train slow down or keep on going until we get to the other side
Running on highs and never too low
Forgot to take it all in again once more
My stop is coming
And you know the way I feel
You can bury me in Bakersfield
We were kings and we were young
We had the whole world under our thumbs
But will this train slow down or keep on going until we get to the other side
Running on highs and never too low
Forgot to take it all in again once more
My stop is coming
And you know the way I feel
You can bury me in Bakersfield
Credits
Writer(s): Morrison Conway
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