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' 
   Sugar Hill Records 1996 
   Bar None Music/Me And My House, BMI