Merle Haggard - California cottonfields

^GMy drifting memory ^D7goes back to the ^Fspring of '^C43 When ^GI was just a child in momma's ^D7arms

My ^Gdaddy plowed the ^D7ground and promised ^Fsomeday we would ^Cleave This ^Grun-down mortgaged ^D7Oklahoma ^Gfarm

^D7Then one night I heard my daddy ^Csaying to my ^Gmomma ^A7That he'd finally saved enough to ^D7go

^GCalifornia ^D7was his dream a ^Fparadise for ^Che had seen ^GPictures in ^D7magazines that ^Gtold him so

^GCali^Cfornia ^D7Cottonfields Where ^Clabor camps were ^D7filled with weary ^Cmen with broken ^Gdreams

Cali^Cfornia ^D7Cottonfields As ^Cclose to wealth as ^D7daddy ever ^Gcame

Nearly everything we ^D7had was sold or ^Fleft be^Chind From ^Gmy daddy's plow to the soup that momma ^D7canned

Some ^Gfolks came to say ^D7farewell or see what ^Fall we had to ^Csell Some ^Gjust came to shake ^D7my daddy's ^Ghand

^D7That model A was loaded down and ^CCalifornia ^Gbound ^A7A change of luck was just 4 days ^D7away

^GBut the only change ^D7that I remember ^Fseeing in my ^Cdaddy ^GWas when his dark hair ^D7turned to silver ^Ggray

^D7Then one night I heard my daddy ^Csaying to my ^Gmomma ^A7That he'd finally saved enough to ^D7go

^GCalifornia ^D7was his dream a ^Fparadise for ^Che had seen ^GPictures in ^D7magazines that ^Gtold him so