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[Intro:] G see D G
(G) Well there's no more smokey bars in Cali-(D)-fornia,
There ain't no wild life left in Tenne-(G)-ssee,
But I keep on livin' every song I'm (D) singing,
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like (G) me,
All that's left in Bakersfield is a (D) jukebox,
And it's haunted by old songs and memor-(G)-ies,
It's getting hard to find a place to play my (D) guitar,
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like (G) me,
[Chorus:]
I'd (Em) like to find a place where love sur-(G)-rounds me,
Some (Em) town where they don't mind me hangin' a-(G)-round,
A (C) place where life don't move too fast
and (G) what you are is not a thing of the past,
Where (A) you can land your dreams on solid (D) ground,
[Verse 3:]
Well I'm (G) sittin' on a barstool down on (D) Broadway,
Waitin' for my turn to sing my (G) dreams,
I'm just a California boy with my old (D) guitar,
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like (G) me,
Solo: G D D G G D D G
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Verse 3]
Tag
Yeah they're (D) tryin' to put an end to guys like (G) me.
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