California Cotton Fields

歌曲 California Cotton Fields
歌手 Greg Graffin
专辑 Cold As The Clay

歌词

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,
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