California Cotton

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

Aaying 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.



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

Was 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...