Greg Graffin - California cotton fields

My ^Adriftin' memory ^Egoes back to the ^Gspring of '4^D2 When ^AI was just a child in Momma's arms^E7 My D^Aaddy plowed the ^Efields and prayed and ^Gdid all he could ^Ddo To ^Asave that broke-down ^E7Oklahoma ^Afarm ^EThen one night I heard my Daddy ^Dsayin' to my ^AMomma That he ^B7finally saved enough for us to ^E7go ^ACalifornia ^Ewas his dream, a ^Gparadise that ^Dhe had seen In ^Apictures and the ^E7magazines had ^Atold him so

Cali^Dfornia ^Ecotton fields Where ^Dlabor camps were ^Efilled with worried ^Dmen and broken ^Adreams Cali^Dfornia ^Ecotton fields Was as ^Dclose to wealth as ^EDaddy ever ^Acame

^AAlmost every^Ething we owned was ^Gsold or left be^Dhind From ^ADaddy's tools to the fruit that Momma ^E7canned ^ASome folks came to ^Esay farewell and ^Gsee what all we ^Dhad to sell ^ASome just came to ^E7shake my Daddy's ^Ahand Well the ^EModel-T was loaded down and ^DCalifornia ^Abound And the ^B7dream of hope was just four days a^E7way But the ^Aonly change that ^EI remember ^Gseein' in my ^DDaddy Was ^Awhen his brown hair ^E7turned to silver ^Agrey

Cali^Dfornia ^Ecotton fields Where ^Dlabor camps were ^Efilled with worried ^Dmen and broken ^Adreams Cali^Dfornia ^Ecotton fields Was as ^Dclose to wealth as ^EDaddy ever ^Acame

Cali^Dfornia ^Ecotton fields Where ^Dlabor camps were ^Efilled with worried ^Dmen and broken ^Adreams Cali^Dfornia ^Ecotton fields Was as ^Dclose to wealth as ^EDaddy ever ^Acame Was as ^Dclose to wealth as ^EDaddy ever ^Acame Was as ^Dclose to wealth as ^EDaddy ever ^Gcam^De ^A