Guys Like Me

(Kostas/Treant Summar) Well, there's no more smokey bars in California, There ain't no wildlife left in Tennessee, But I keep on living every song I'm singing, And their trying to put an end to guys like me. All that's left in Bakersfield is a jukebox, And it's haunted by old songs and memories, It's getting hard to find a place to play my guitar, And their trying to put an end to guys like me. Well, I'd like to find a place where love surrounds me, Some town where they don't mind me hanging around, A place where life don't move to fast, And what you are is not a thing of the past. Where you can land your dreams on solid ground, Well, I'm sitting on a barstool down on Broadway, Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams, I'm just a California boy with my old guitar, And their trying to put and end to guys like me. Well, I'd like to find a place where love surrounds me, Some town where they don't mind me hanging around, A place where life don't move to fast, And what you are is not a thing of the past. Where you can land your dreams on solid ground, Well, I'm sitting on a barstool down on Broadway, Waiting for my turn to sing my dreams, I'm just a California boy with my old guitar, And their trying to put and end to guys like me. Yeah, their trying to put an end to guys like me...