California cotton fields
DAllas Frazier, E. Montgomery My drifting memory goes back to the Spring of '43 When I was just a child in Mama's arms My daddy ploughed the ground And prayed that someday he might leave This run down mortgaged Oklahoma farm Then one day I heard my Daddy saying to my Mamma That he had finally saved enough to go Well California was his dream of Paradise for he had seen Pictures in a magazine that told him so (*) California cotton fields When labor camps were filled with worried men with broken dreams California cotton fields As close to wealth as Daddy ever came Almost everything we had was sold or left behind From my Daddy's plough to the fruit that Mamma canned Yes some folks came to say farewell And to see what all we had to sell Some just came shake my Daddy's hand (**) Yeah the Model A was loaded down and California bound But the change it looked just four days away But the only change that I remember seeing in my Daddy Was when his dark hair turned to silver gray (*) (**) (*) THE SELDOM SCENE - Live at the Cellar Door