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