Emmylou Harris - California Cotton lyrics

My drifiting memory goes back to the spring of 43 When I was just a child in mama's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed Someday we might leave this rundown mortgaged Oklahoma farm. And then one night I heard my daddy Aaying to my mama that he'd finally saved enough to go Californa was his dream of paradise Fore he had seen pictures in magazines that told him so. Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled With worried men with broken dreams Californa cottonfields as close to wealth As daddy ever came. Well, almost everything we had was sold or left behind From my daddy's plow to the fruit that mama canned And some folks came to say farewell and see what all We had to sell and some just came to shake my daddy's hand. Well, the Model A was loaded down and Californa bound And a change of luck was just four days away But the only change that I remember seeing for my daddy Was when his dark hair turned to silver gray. Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled With worried men with broken dreams Californa cottonfields as close to wealth As daddy ever came. Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled With worried men with broken dreams Californa cottonfields as close to wealth As daddy ever came...