A E D A I was the youngest boy in a family of fourD A E We lived in Oklahoma the wind whistled thru our doorA E D A We scratched out a living in the dirt and and the clayD A E A I never will forget it untill my dying daysA E D A The dust storms they came at us the sky turned cold and blackD A E We packed up our belonging and never looked backA E D A We rode out west toward the sun just a heartbeat awayD A E A I never will forget it untill my dying daysA D E F#m We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dreamD A E Down the road lay the promised lands our fields would all turn greenA D E F#m We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone beforeD A E A Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shoreA E When we first set eyes on The San JoaquinD A Was like a friend we always knewD A E The gates swing open so far and wide even God could drive thruA E D A We worked the crops from dawn to dust shared along the wayD A E A I never will forget it untill my dying daysA D E F#m We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dreamD A E Down the road lay the promised lands our fields had all turned greenA D E F#m We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone beforeD A E A Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shoreD A E A Crossed our River Jordan to reach the other shore
Bakersfield Bound
Chris Hillman
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