Bakersfield

She was born in Central California just as sweet as the fruit on her daddys
farm. And my best friend said man I gotta warn
Ya she’s a city girl with a little country charm.
We all met up out in San Jose with the top down we headed for the bay.
And with her hair blowing in the breeze she leaned
And whispered my name is Tiffany.
But I called her Bakersfeild and it would always make her smile.
Don’t know where she is today but she was mine for awhile.
Every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild.
A couple sunsets and mimosa mornings I got more than my share of kisses on the
beach. Till Sunday found us too early with
Out warning. And she was once in my arms and now she’s outta reach.
Oh I called her Bakersfeild and it would always make her smile. Don’t know
where she is today but she was mine for awhile.
Every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild.
Yeah every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild. Mmm Bakersfeild