Bakersfield Bound

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 & 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 From Chris Hillman & Herb Pederson 'Bakersfield Bound' Sugar Hill Records 1996 Bar None Music/Me And My House, BMI