Greg Graffin - California Cotton Fields lyrics
[Greg Graffin - California Cotton Fields lyrics]
My driftin' memory goes back to
The spring of '42
When I was just a child in Momma's arms
My Daddy plowed the fields and
Prayed and did all he could do to save that
Broke down Oklahoma farm
Then one night I heard my
Daddy sayin' to my Momma
That he finally saved enough for us to go
California was his dream, a paradise
That he had seen
The pictures and the magazines
Had told him so
California cotton fields
Where labor camps were filled with
Worried men and broken dreams
California cotton fields
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
Almost everything we owned was
Sold or left behind
From Daddy's tools to the
Fruit that Momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell and see
What all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my Daddy's hand
The model T was loaded down
And California bound and
The dream of hope was just four days away
But the only change that I
Remember seein' in my Daddy
Was when his brown hair turned to silver grey
California cotton fields
Where labor camps were filled with
Worried men and broken dreams
California cotton fields
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
The spring of '42
When I was just a child in Momma's arms
My Daddy plowed the fields and
Prayed and did all he could do to save that
Broke down Oklahoma farm
Then one night I heard my
Daddy sayin' to my Momma
That he finally saved enough for us to go
California was his dream, a paradise
That he had seen
The pictures and the magazines
Had told him so
California cotton fields
Where labor camps were filled with
Worried men and broken dreams
California cotton fields
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
Almost everything we owned was
Sold or left behind
From Daddy's tools to the
Fruit that Momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell and see
What all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my Daddy's hand
The model T was loaded down
And California bound and
The dream of hope was just four days away
But the only change that I
Remember seein' in my Daddy
Was when his brown hair turned to silver grey
California cotton fields
Where labor camps were filled with
Worried men and broken dreams
California cotton fields
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came