California Cotton Fields

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[Verse 1]
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My driftin' memory goes back to 
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the spring of '43
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When I was just a child in mama's 
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arms
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My daddy plowed the ground and 
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prayed that some day we could leave
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This run down mortgaged Oklahoma 
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farm
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And then one night I heard my daddy
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 sayin' to my mom
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That he finally saved enough to go
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California was his dream, a 
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paradise for he had seen
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Lots of pretty girls in magazines
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 that told him so

[Chorus]
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California cotton fields
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Where labor camps are filled with 
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worried men and broken dreams
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California cotton fields
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As close to wealth as daddy ever 
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came

[Interlude Riff]
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[Solo]
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[Verse 2]
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Well, almost everything we had was 
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sold or left behind
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From my daddy's plow to the fruit 
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that mama canned
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Some folks came to say farewell 
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and see what all we had to sell
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Some just came to shake my daddy's
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Oh, the Model A was loaded down and
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 California bound
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And a change of luck was just four 
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days away, yeah
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But the only change that I 
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remember seeing for my daddy
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Was swimmin' dark hair turned to 
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silver grey

[Chorus]
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California cotton fields
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Where labor camps are filled with 
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worried men and broken dreams
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California cotton fields
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As close to wealth as daddy ever 
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came