Bakersfield Lyrics - Honky Tonk - Son Volt

What do you want? Where do you find it? 

You can call it what you will 

The sound of heartbreak from a jail cell 

Finding work in bar all nights 

Jukebox letters and numbers 

The burning hearts and starving minds 

Souls in pain as if I'm punishment 

The ways and needs to survive 

There's a passion that's put on the line 

Money to burn and fortunes to find 

Without a claim, without a stake 

I'm living only for today 

There will be starts, there will be stumbles 

Our tongue out on the line to dry 

And a piece from wagers of working 

And hell breaks loose on Saturday night 

Aren't you happy? The least it's living 

Freedom to choose to stay down 

Always a wild wind blowing 

Just want a guitar and a radio 

In the fields of the valley 

The sweet and toil along with the land 

No cup of gold, no candy mountain 

What better place to make a stand?