Bakersfield Lyrics & Chords By Vic Chesnutt

Souvenirs on a dusty shelf
Get out the Tarn-X, and I polish them myself
Posters are falling, but who needs them at my age
I've learned to smile when all I feel is rage
So I think I will go to Bakersfield with Gabriel and Paul
And I'll hide behind the garbage cans
While the holy platitudes fall so blow the gates
I am coming through with my albatrosses and al
L and it's strategy not protocol that brings me here !