A E7 D A I was the youngest boy in a family of four D A E7 We lived in Oklahoma the wind whistled thru our door A E7 D A We scratched out a living in the dirt and and the clay D A E7 A I never will forget it untill my dying days A E7 D A The dust storms they came at us the sky turned cold and black D A E7 We packed up our belonging and never looked back A E7 D A We rode out west toward the sun just a heartbeat away D A E7 A I never will forget it untill my dying days A D E7 F#m We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dream D A E7 Down the road lay the promised lands our fields would all turn green A D E7 F#m We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone before D A E7 A Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shore A E7 When we first set eyes on The San Joaquin D A Was like a friend we always knew D A E7 The gates swing open so far and wide even God could drive thru A E7 D A We worked the crops from dawn to dust shared along the way D A E7 A I never will forget it untill my dying days A D E7 F#m We were Bakersfield Bound and the California dream D A E7 Down the road lay the promised lands our fields had all turned green A D E7 F#m We were Bakersfield bound like so many gone before D A E7 A Just to cross our River Jordan and reach the other shore D A E7 A Crossed our River Jordan to reach the other shore
