California Cotton Fields Songtext
von Greg Graffin

My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '42
When I was just a child in my mom's arms
My daddy plowed the fields and prayed and did all he could do
To safe that broke-down Oklahoma farm

When one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma
They'd finally saved enough for us to go

California was his dream, a paradise that he had seen
In pictures and in magazines that 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 to see what all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my daddy's hand

Well, that model a 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 gray

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