On The Kern County Line
Words and Music by John Allee

On the Kern County line
There ain’t nothin’ but sky
And a long stretch of highway
As the tan fields roll by
There’s a crow on a fence post
Keepin’ tabs on a toad
As I roll down the road
Past the gas station sign
On the Kern County line

On the Kern County line
Back before we were born
They were mining for gold here
Sparkling kernels of corn
That could fill a whole skillet
If you struck it just right
If your luck wasn’t tight
Like most men in the mine
On the Kern County line

On the Kern County line
Caught in the middle of choosing
And losing my mind
If I met you half way
Where would that leave us
But lead us astray?
And the Golden Gate shines
And LA’s a place that’s too hard to find
Like a fortune or fame
Like a town with no name
On the Kern County line

On the Kern County line
Where the oil flows hard
With the blood of the Yokuts
In the Mexican’s yard
And the Cantonese worker
Gave his life on the rails
Just more traveling tales
Grown like weeds on a vine
On the Kern County line

On the Kern County line
Caught in the middle of choosing
And losing my mind
If I met you half way
Where would that leave us
But lead us astray?
And the Golden Gate shines
And LA’s a place that’s too hard to find
Like a fortune or fame
Like a town with no name
On the Kern County line
Like a fortune or fame
Like a town with no name
On the Kern County line

© 2007 John Allee/Portuguese Knees Music ASCAP.
Lyrics Reprinted with Permission.  All Rights Reserved.