California Cottonfields

My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43,
When I was just a child in momma's arms.
My daddy plowed the ground and hoped that someday we could leave
This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm.
and then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma
That he'd finally saved enough to go.
California was his dream of paradise, for he had seen
Pictures in magazines that told him so.

California Cottonfields,
Where labor camps were filled with worried men with broken dreams.
California Cottonfields,
As close to wealth as daddy ever came.

Almost everything we had was sold or left behind,
From my daddy's plow to the soup that momma canned.
Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell;
Some just came to shake my daddy's hand.
Yeah the model A was loaded down and California bound;
And a change of luck was just 4 days away.
But the only change that I remember seeing for my daddy
Was when his dark hair turned to silver grey.

California Cottonfields,
Where labor camps were filled with worried men with broken dreams.
California Cottonfields,
As close to wealth as daddy ever came.

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