Tom: A
Introdução:
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
The dust storms they came at us the sky turned cold and
A
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
Down the road lay the promised lands our fields would all
E
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 & 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
Down the road lay the promised lands our fields had all
E
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
From Chris Hillman & Herb Pederson 'Bakersfield Bound'