My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43. When I was just a child in momma's arms. My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would leave.
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.
My driftin' mem'ry 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 some day we could leave.