California Cotton Fields - 2003 Remaster

My drifiting 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 might leave this rundown mortgaged Oklahoma farm
 And then one night, I heard my daddy
 Saying to my mama that, he'd finally saved enough to go
 Californa was his dream of paradise
 'Fore he had seen pictures in magazines that told him so
 Californa cottonfields, where labor camps are filled
 With worried men with broken dreams
 Californa cottonfields, as close to wealth
 As daddy ever came
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 Well, almost everything we had was sold or left behind
 From my daddy's plow to the fruit that mama canned
 And some folks came to say farewell and see what all
 We had to sell and some just came to shake my daddy's hand
 Well, the Model A was loaded down and Californa bound
 And a change of luck was just four days away
 But the only change that I remember seeing for my daddy
 When his dark hair turned to silver gray
 Californa cottonfields, where labor camps are filled
 With worried men with broken dreams
 Californa cottonfields, as close to wealth
 As daddy ever came
 Californa cottonfields, where labor camps are filled
 With worried men with broken dreams
 Californa cottonfields, as close to wealth
 As daddy ever came