Bakersfield Bound
(Chris Hillman/Steve Hill)
I was the youngest boy in a family of
four
We lived in Oklahoma, the wind whistled
through our door
We scratched out a living in the dirt and
the clay
I never will forget it until my dying
day
The dust storms they came at us, the sky
turned cold and black
We packed up our belongings and never
looked back
We rode out west toward the sun just a heartbeat
away
I never will forget it until my dying
day
We were Bakersfield bound and the
California dream
Down the road lay the promised land,
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 shor
When we first set eyes on the San
Joaquin was like a friend we always
knew
The gates swung open so far and wide even
God could drive through
We worked the crops from dawn to dusk,
shared along the way
I never will forget it until my dying
day
Chris Hillman & Herb Pedersen
"Bakersfield Bound" 1996
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