Tryin' to find a place to lay down my body
Walking down the road with no destiny
I see the grass outside for the very first time
I don’t wanna fall asleep feeling that sad cold wind
I'm looking at this prison as a part of my past
And I'm so thankful for it, lord above
I'm traveling with a pocket full of thoughts now, my friend
Some of them are right, but some still wrong
When I asked 36 bucks for that man
But they’re still thinking that I steal
Now I get nothing but my soul to sell
'Cause I left my whole life in Bakersfield
Like water of a river runs too deep
And the mountain top is really high
I'm a man down in a freeway of sorrow, it’s all right
Tryin’ to get better things on my mind
When I asked 36 bucks for that man
But they’re still thinking that I steal
Now I get nothing but my soul to sell
'Cause I left my whole life in Bakersfield
With my life sold cheaply forever
I'm so glad if you don't give a damn
Well, I just hope that good God can forgive me again
'Cause I've paid my dues and I won't take the blame
When I asked 36 bucks for that man
But they’re still thinking that I steal
Now I get nothing but my soul to sell
'Cause I left my whole life in Bakersfield
