Bakersfield Bound

Chris Hillman

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Tom:
A E D A I was the youngest boy in a family of four
D A E We lived in Oklahoma the wind whistled thru our door
A E D A We scratched out a living in the dirt and and the clay
D A E A I never will forget it untill my dying days
A E D A The dust storms they came at us the sky turned cold and black
D A E We packed up our belonging and never looked back
A E D A We rode out west toward the sun just a heartbeat away
D A E A I never will forget it untill my dying days
A D E F#m We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dream
D A E Down the road lay the promised lands our fields would all turn green
A D E F#m We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone before
D A E A Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shore
A E When we first set eyes on The San Joaquin
D A Was like a friend we always knew
D A E The gates swing open so far and wide even God could drive thru
A E D A We worked the crops from dawn to dust shared along the way
D A E A I never will forget it untill my dying days
A D E F#m We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dream
D A E Down the road lay the promised lands our fields had all turned green
A D E F#m We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone before
D A E A Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shore
D A E A Crossed our River Jordan to reach the other shore
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