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My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in Mama's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed Someday we would be Less rundown than this Oklahoma farm
Then one night I heard my daddy saying to my mama 'We finally saved enough for us to go.' California was his dream Every dime book he had seen Pictures in magazines had told him so
California Cotton Fields Where labor camps were filled with worried men With broken dreams California Cotton Fields Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
Almost everything we had was sold or left behind From Daddy's smile to the fruit that Mama canned Some folks came to say farewell And see what all we had to sell Some just came to shake my daddy's hand
Our Model A was loaded down and California bound And a change of luck was just four days away But the only change that I remember Seein' for my daddy Was when his dark hair turned to silver grey
California Cotton Fields Where labor camps were filled with worried men With broken dreams California Cotton Fields Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
California Cotton Fields Where labor camps were filled with worried men With broken dreams California Cotton Fields Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
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