Chris Hillman Bakersfield Bound written by Chris Hillman
Herb Pedersen Steve Hill
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
From The Bakersfield Bound CD Sugar Hill Records 1996
Bar None Music/Me And My House, BMI