Take me down that line

Gonna tow that heavy load

I can’t seem to make it

Make it on my own

Turn the lights down low now

Turn down our bed

I can’t seem to get you

Out of my head



Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close, yet so far, far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You’re a million miles away, yea, yea



I feel the heat coming down now

Sweat runs down my face

I  can hardly fake it, girl

Fake it thru this day

Was it something that I said?

Or something I didn’t do?

Eighteen more hours, girl

‘Til I’m home to you



Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close, yet so far, far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You’re a million miles away, yea, yea



So I walked out that lonely truck stop

With my head hanging down

Wondering how in the hell I got myself into this mess

And more importantly

How I was gonna get myself out of it

So I wrote a song for you, baby girl

And I hope when I return home

The locks ain’t changed on the doors

And there’s still a spot for me

On that big ol’ California king sized bed



Stranded here in Bakersfield

So close yet, so far, far away

Stranded here in Bakersfield

You’re a million miles away, yea, yea

Won’t you come see me in Bakersfield?

I’m not a million miles away