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,
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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
Lyrics: California Cotton Fields, Greg Graffin [end]