Bakersfield
Son Volt Lyrics


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What do you want? Where do you find it?
You can call it what you will
The sound of heartbreak from a jail cell
Finding work in bar all nights
Jukebox letters and numbers
The burning hearts and starving minds
Souls in pain as if I’m punishment
The ways and needs to survive

There’s a passion that’s put on the line
Money to burn and fortunes to find
Without a claim, without a stake
I’m living only for today

There will be starts, there will be stumbles
Our tongue out on the line to dry
And a piece from wagers of working
And hell breaks loose on Saturday night
Aren’t you happy? The least it’s living
Freedom to choose to stay down
Always a wild wind blowing
Just want a guitar and a radio

In the fields of the valley
The sweet and toil along with the land




No cup of gold, no candy mountain
What better place to make a stand?

Overall Meaning

The song "Bakersfield" by Son Volt is a reflection of the struggles of life in the rural areas of California, particularly in the city of Bakersfield. The opening lines of the song pose a powerful rhetorical question that immediately sets the tone for the lyrics that follow. The song is a lamentation for the hopelessness faced by those living in the rural areas who are trying to make ends meet by seeking employment in bars all night or in jail cells.


The reference to "Jukebox letters and numbers" is symbolic of the reality that these are the only things that provide any solace to the singers. The line "The burning hearts and starving minds" is another powerful metaphor that encapsulates the struggles and hunger faced by the people of Bakersfield. The lyrics "Aren't you happy? The least it's living / Freedom to choose to stay down," convey the feeling of resignation and acceptance of the difficult life situations that the people of Bakersfield face. Despite all these challenges, there is an underlying sense of hope and resilience, encapsulated by the lines: "There will be starts, there will be stumbles / Our tongue out on the line to dry / And a piece from wagers of working / And hell breaks loose on Saturday night."


The song conveys a sense of pride in making a stand amidst the toughest of circumstances, where there may not be any comforts or luxuries, but where there is a sense of community amongst those living in these areas. The song is an ode to the people of Bakersfield, who despite their hardships, continue to find joy in the simple things in life.


Line by Line Meaning

What do you want? Where do you find it?
What is your desire? Where do you search for it?


You can call it what you will
You can name it as per your convenience


The sound of heartbreak from a jail cell
The heartbreaking noise from a prison cell


Finding work in bar all nights
Working in a bar all night long


Jukebox letters and numbers
Alphabets and numbers on the Jukebox


The burning hearts and starving minds
Passionate yet deprived minds


Souls in pain as if I’m punishment
Agonized spirits as if penalized


The ways and needs to survive
The ways and requirements to endure


There’s a passion that’s put on the line
There's an ardent love that's risked


Money to burn and fortunes to find
Excess wealth and newfound riches


Without a claim, without a stake
Without any assertion, without any share


I’m living only for today
I'm living for the present moment only


There will be starts, there will be stumbles
There will be initiations, there will be setbacks


Our tongue out on the line to dry
Our exposed tongue left to dry


And a piece from wagers of working
And the bit earned by wagering at work


And hell breaks loose on Saturday night
And havoc is unleashed on Saturday night


Aren’t you happy? The least it’s living
Aren't you content? Living at the minimum level


Freedom to choose to stay down
The liberty to choose to remain low


Always a wild wind blowing
A continuous gale blowing


Just want a guitar and a radio
Just desire a guitar and a radio


In the fields of the valley
In the meadows of the valley


The sweet and toil along with the land
The gratification and labor merged with the soil


No cup of gold, no candy mountain
No pot of gold, no candy-coated mountain


What better place to make a stand?
What better location to establish your position?




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Written by: JAY STUART FARRAR

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