Текст песни California Cotton Fields - Gram Parsons
My
driftin'
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
That
someday
we
could
leave
This
run
down
mortgaged
Oklahoma
farm
And
then
one
night
I
heard
my
daddy
sayin'
to
my
mama
That
he
finally
saved
enough
for
us
to
go
California
was
his
dream,
a
paradise
for
he
had
seen
Lots
of
pretty
girls
in
magazines
that
told
him
so
California
cotton
fields
Where
labor
camps
were
filled
with
worried
man
with
broken
dreams
California
cotton
fields
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
Some
folks
came
to
say
farewell
and
see
what
all
we
had
to
sell
Some
just
came
to
shake
my
daddy's
hand
Well,
the
Model
A
was
loaded
down
and
California
bound
And
a
change
of
luck
was
just
four
days
away,
yeah
But
the
only
change
that
I
remember
seeing
for
my
daddy
Was
when
his
dark
hair
turned
to
silver-grey
California
cotton
fields
Where
labor
camps
were
filled
with
worried
man
with
broken
dreams
California
cotton
fields
As
close
to
wealth
as
daddy
ever
came
Thank
you
very
much,
thank
you
Anyway
we're
gonna
leave
you
now
with
a
song
Well,
we're
leaving
anyway
Six
days
on
the
road
And
we're
gonna
make
it
to
Philadelphia
tonight?
Yes,
we
are
Yeah,
come
on
down
to
Philadelphia,
it's
a
nice
place
1 We'll Sweep Out the Ashes In the Morning
2 Country Baptizing
3 Drug Store Truck Drivin' Man
4 Big Mouth Blues
5 The New Soft Shoe
6 Cry One More Time
7 Streets of Baltimore
8 That's All It Took
9 Love Hurts
10 California Cotton Fields
11 Six Days On the Road
12 Encore Medley: Bony Moronie / Forty Days / Almost Grown
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