In 1999 Shirley and I were staying in the same hotel in Las Vegas as Dwight Yoakam. She loved the way he wore his hat "with attitude." That was probably her first inspiration to wear cowboy hats herself. She also wanted a cowboy style rain slicker like Dwight's too, but never found one in petite women's size. We both thought Dwight's charisma surprising - he clearly commanded more attention than a lot a stars with much bigger names did in the casino.
She quickly bought an album and loved "Streets of Bakersfield." Any time it came on a car radio she would turn it up and sing along with the chorus. "You don't know me but you don't like me." (Said it reminded her of meeting planners.) One night while staying in Los Angeles, I drove her all the way to Bakersfield for dinner - at Crystal Palace - Buck Owens museum, night club and restaurant that Dwight might have an interest in. She loved that place, particularly the chicken fried steaks. We talked for years afterwards about spending a couple days in Bakersfield, going to hear music at CP every nite and writing a story about the town's odd charms. We never made it, I think she was waiting till Dwight was playing there.
Streets of Bakersfield by Dwight Yoakam
I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
I've spent a thousand miles of thumbin'
Yes I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
Here on the streets of Bakersfield
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
I spent sometime in San Francisco
I spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
I took fifteen dollars from that man
Left him my watch and my old house key
Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving
And I headed out for Bakersfield
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
How many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
She quickly bought an album and loved "Streets of Bakersfield." Any time it came on a car radio she would turn it up and sing along with the chorus. "You don't know me but you don't like me." (Said it reminded her of meeting planners.) One night while staying in Los Angeles, I drove her all the way to Bakersfield for dinner - at Crystal Palace - Buck Owens museum, night club and restaurant that Dwight might have an interest in. She loved that place, particularly the chicken fried steaks. We talked for years afterwards about spending a couple days in Bakersfield, going to hear music at CP every nite and writing a story about the town's odd charms. We never made it, I think she was waiting till Dwight was playing there.
Streets of Bakersfield by Dwight Yoakam
I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
I've spent a thousand miles of thumbin'
Yes I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
Here on the streets of Bakersfield
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
I spent sometime in San Francisco
I spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
I took fifteen dollars from that man
Left him my watch and my old house key
Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving
And I headed out for Bakersfield
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
How many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
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