Emmylou Harris
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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
Aaying 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
Was 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...


Mirror lyrics:

As daddy ever came...
Californa cottonfields as close to wealth
With worried men with broken dreams
Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled

As daddy ever came.
Californa cottonfields as close to wealth
With worried men with broken dreams
Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled

Was when his dark hair turned to silver gray.
But the only change that I remember seeing for my daddy
And a change of luck was just four days away
Well, the Model A was loaded down and Californa bound

We had to sell and some just came to shake my daddy's hand.
And some folks came to say farewell and see what all
From my daddy's plow to the fruit that mama canned
Well, almost everything we had was sold or left behind

As daddy ever came.
Californa cottonfields as close to wealth
With worried men with broken dreams
Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled

Fore he had seen pictures in magazines that told him so.
Californa was his dream of paradise
Aaying to my mama that he'd finally saved enough to go
And then one night I heard my daddy

Someday we might leave this rundown mortgaged Oklahoma farm.
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed
When I was just a child in mama's arms
My drifiting memory goes back to the spring of 43


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