California Cotton Fields

California Cotton Fields - Greg Graffin

My driftin' memory goes back

To the spring of forty two

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

Well 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 seeing

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

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

Was as close to wealth as daddy ever came

Was as close to wealth as daddy ever came