Upbeat homage to the Bakersfield sound. Story telling at it's finest, this dance-able radio gem pops and grooves with stellar musicianship and great vocal harmonies a la Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris. Driving drums and bass. Jesse Aycock (Hard Working Americans, Elizabeth Cook, John Fullbright) on steel guitar.
Lyrics
Bakersfield – © 2023 WT Cauley
From the Album Possum Bone: available February 9th, 2024
I think I’ll move to Bakersfield
Smoke Chesterfields and drink cold beer
Ride my lawnmower
Eat at Wool Growers
Have the family over more than once a year
I think I’ll move to Bakersfield
Learn to keep to real
Sit on the porch chewing fat with Uncle Bill
Come with me my love
We’ll find heaven above
In Bakersfield
We can keep the California sunshine
But leave the coast behind
The people there it seems they’ve lost their minds
I gotta warn ya
About the coast of California
But we can move to Bakersfield
Drive the oil fields and head downtown
In a straight pipe ragtop Brougham
Crank up the Dwight Yoakam
Light the tires and smoke’em to the edge of town
Yeah, we can move to Bakersfield
Dance a square back reel
At Crystal Palace in a two-inch western heel
Come with me my love
We’ll find heaven above in Bakersfield
Come with me my love
No better deal
We’ll find heaven above in Bakersfield
