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