California Cotton Fields Lyrics - Cold As The Clay - Greg Graffin

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 

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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 all we had to sell 

Some just came to shake my Daddy's hand 

The Model T was loaded down and California bound 

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 gray 

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