A Little Ol' Town South Of Bakersfield

That was then
This is now
You were up to your neck in alligators
Don’t make the past
Your sacred cow
'Cause you’re a dollar short
And a day later
When shadows soft
And light was long
And your buddy room service
Was a dandy highwayman
Held you aloft
With a poison song
Full of wasted words
But a great falsetto plan
And you cry
And you call
Before you fly
You better learn how to fall
And you crawl
And you cry
You better fall
Before you learn how to fly
She ain’t Bonnie and you ain’t Clyde
You’ve got one last round
Get on that pony and ride, ride, ride
The sirens wailed
And the tyres squealed
In that little old town south of Bakersfield
With your bodgie pompadour
And David Alan Coe
Sleepin' on your floor
You were the dodgy troubadour
And even Jimmy Buffett
Isn’t wasting away in Margaritaville anymore
And there’s trust
That’s a must
You proved that you
Can un-ring a bell
Now there’s dust
And there’s rust
Lickin' your wounds
In the Lahaina Shores Motel
And when you done that run into town
The flat-foot made a wrong move
So you cut him down, down, down
In the pale afternoon your fate was sealed
In that little old town south of Bakersfield
They cast their jaded eyes around
And before a single word was spoken
The sacred monsters all left town
Not a promise left unbroken
Not a promise left unbroken