Bakersfield Bound
Chris HillmanVersion1
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Chords in this song
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I was the youngest boy in a family of four
We lived in Oklahoma the wind whistled thru our door
We scratched out a living in the dirt and and the clay
I never will forget it untill my dying days
The dust storms they came at us the sky turned cold and black
We packed up our belonging and never looked back
We rode out west toward the sun just a heartbeat away
I never will forget it untill my dying days
We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dream
Down the road lay the promised lands our fields would all turn green
We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone before
Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shore
When we first set eyes on The San Joaquin
Was like a friend we always knew
The gates swing open so far and wide even God could drive thru
We worked the crops from dawn to dust shared along the way
I never will forget it untill my dying days
We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dream
Down the road lay the promised lands our fields had all turned green
We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone before
Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shore
Crossed our River Jordan to reach the other shore
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Readable chord sheet for Bakersfield Bound by Chris Hillman
I[A] was the yo[E]ungest boy in a fam[D]ily of four[A] W[D]e lived in Okl[A]ahoma the wind whistled thru our [E]door W[A]e scratched out a[E] living in the d[D]irt and and the c[A]lay I[D] never will forge[A]t it unt[E]ill my dying days[A] T[A]he dust storms they ca[E]me at us the sky[D] turned cold and blac[A]k W[D]e packed up our [A]belonging and never looked [E]back W[A]e rode out west[E] toward the sun just a [D]heartbeat a[A]way I[D] never will forget[A] it unt[E]ill my dying days[A] W[A]e were Bakers[D]field Bound and[E] the Califor[F#m]nia dream D[D]own the road l[A]ay the promised lands our fields would all[E] turn green W[A]e were Bakers[D]field bound lik[E]e so many g[F#m]one before J[D]ust to cross our [A]River Jordan[E] and reach the ot[A]her shore W[A]hen we first set eyes on The Sa[E]n Joaquin W[D]as like a friend w[A]e always knew T[D]he gates swing open s[A]o far and wide even God could drive[E] thru W[A]e worked the crops from[E] dawn to dust [D]shared along the w[A]ay I[D] never will forge[A]t it unt[E]ill my dying days[A] W[A]e were Bakers[D]field Bound and[E] the Califor[F#m]nia dream D[D]own the road l[A]ay the promised lands our fields had all t[E]urned green W[A]e were Bakers[D]field bound lik[E]e so many g[F#m]one before J[D]ust to cross our [A]River Jordan[E] and reach the ot[A]her shore C[D]rossed our River Jo[A]rdan to rea[E]ch the other shor[A]e