Текст песни California Cotton Fields - Emmylou Harris

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
Saying 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
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