Letras
My drifting 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 that one day he might leave
This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm
Well then one day I heard my daddy saying to my mama
He'd finally saved enough to go
Well California was his dream, a paradise that he had seen
Pictures in a magazine had told him so
California cottonfields
Where labor camps are filled with worried men with broken dreams
California 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
Some folks came to say farewell and to see what all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my daddy's hand
Well the Model A was loaded down and California bound
With a change of luck just four days away
But the only change that I remember seeing in my daddy
Was when his dark hair turned to silver grey
California cottonfields
Where labor camps are filled with worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy ever came
Well the Model A was loaded down and California bound
With a change of luck just four days away
But the only change that I remember seeing in my daddy
Was when his dark hair turned to silver grey
California cottonfields
Where labor camps are filled with worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy ever came