Streets Of Bakersfield Ringtones

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 a-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 Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? Spent sometime in San Francisco I spent a night there in the can They threw this drunk man in my jail cell I took 15 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 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 Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? How many of you that sit and judge me Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Along these broken pavements I let my mind run free The past and the present Seem just the same to me The people I have loved most Among these stones they dwell And in the cleanest language The stories they did tell They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass The streets of Edinburgh Hold half the world for me In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts The streets of Edinburgh Mean most to me Depending on your view point This place is blessed or cursed And in the years I've lived here I've seen the best and worst An air of sordid passion A look of dirty grace But not right in your face It's not that kind of place They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass The streets of Edinburgh Hold half the world for me In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts The streets of Edinburgh Mean most to me Down greasy potholed roadways I watch the traffic crawl But for the cars and busses I give no thought at all I think about the future I wonder at her health How with this human wealth She does renew herself They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass The streets of Edinburgh Hold half the world for me In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts The streets of Edinburgh Mean most to me

Don't put me in your dreams Don't bet your money on me You're backing a loser if you do I'm just wasting your time On the streets of Galilee If you think you see something in me And there's something that you can believe It's your own illusion that you see You're just lost in the dark On the streets of Galilee So when you wake up in the morning And your sheets are covered in sweat I'm somewhere you don't wanna be I'm in the gutter and the bones Of the streets of Galilee Well, I don't grovel and I don't pander Give a fuck what you say I don't need you, you don't need me I think we both should disappear Onto the streets of Galilee Never to be forgotten on the streets of Galilee

You can say it all And I can bite my tongue Cause it would take all week To tell you where I'm from I know what you're about Why don't you close your mouth? And step right over here So we can dance this out These lazy days are way to long Like razor blades, under your tongue And the city lights, will burn you down Or build you up, high above the ground High above the ground, high above the ground High above the ground The club is getting dark And I can feel the heat I set my hands right down To right below your knees If this is all there is Then this is all there can be Cause I don't see no road That leads to you and me. Paved the way on empty roads Into a grave gold headstone And the path you take may be your own But tonight, you walk on streets of gold Walk on streets of gold, you walk on streets of gold Where did you go? When the sun rose Now I know, how to get off these dirt roads To find these streets of gold Where did you go? When the sun rose Now I know how to get off these dirt roads To find these streets of gold Walk on streets of gold, you walk on streets of gold

How can I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa If you put speakers in my mind I bet it would sound like (whoa whoa whoa!) That's why I smoke smoke smoke Shirt off like I ain't got no clothes Cause where I'm from there ain't no snow So I refrigerate my flow That's how a nigga keep it cold How can I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa Even if I don't have no money My nigga Tundi buy the bar Back home they call me Oluwa Burna Cause I'm so awesome, you should know Always be on my Speed Darlington You know me, I'm no regular Bangdadadang when I step in the room The ground beneath you shaking up Soon as your wifey seen me and my crew She said you're breaking up 18 karats on my earlobes Make it hard to put on earphones Haters talking, I don't hear though With the game, I'm like Carmello Pull up on girls like hello, whoa whoa I'm Fela Kuti with the hoes Shirt off like I ain't got no clothes Cause where I'm from there ain't no snow So I refrigerate my flow Shout Luciano, that's my bro How can I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa If you put speakers in my mind I bet it would sound like. How can I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa How can I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa How can I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa Even if I don't have no money My nigga Tundi buy the bar Sitting here rolling up my Backwoods Smiling with diamonds in my mouth Why would you want to fuck my day up? My niggas run up in your house Fucking with me, that's a no-no Couple hot ones you can hold though I pull up like Marco Polo Make all the gyal dem go loco Somebody call the po-po, no! I'm Fela Kuti with the hoes Shirt off like I ain't got no clothes Cause where I'm from there ain't no snow So I refrigerate my flow And I do this with my eyes closed La-la, la-la, la la, la la la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la la, la la la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la la, la la la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la la, la la la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la (Whoa whoa whoa!) How could I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa How could I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa How could I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa How could I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa Back home they call me Oluwa Burna Cause I'm so awesome, you should know Back home they call me Oluwa Burna Cause I'm so awesome, you should know How could I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa How could I not be happy all day? I'm from the streets from Africa