Greg Graffin — California Cotton Fields

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xGREG GRAFFIN - CALIFORNIA COTTON FIELDS

album version - COLD AS CLAY
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[INTRO]
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[VERSE 1]
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My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '42
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When I was just a child in Momma's arms
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My Daddy plowed the fields and prayed and did all he could do
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To save that broke-down Oklahoma farm
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Then one night I heard my Daddy sayin' to my Momma
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That he finally saved enough for us to go
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California was his dream, a paradise that he had seen
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In pictures and the magazines had told him so


[CHORUS]
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California cotton fields
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Where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams
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California cotton fields
       D                  E          A
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came


[VERSE 2]
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Almost everything we owned was sold or left behind
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From Daddy's tools to the fruit that Momma canned
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Some folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell
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Some just came to shake my Daddy's hand
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Well the Model-T was loaded down and California bound
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And the dream of hope was just four days away
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But the only change that I remember seein' in my Daddy
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Was when his brown hair turned to silver grey


[CHORUS]
    D      E
California cotton fields
      D                E                   D              A
Where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams
    D      E
California cotton fields
       D                  E          A
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came


[INSTRUMENTAL]
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[CHORUS]
    D      E
California cotton fields
      D                E                   D              A
Where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams
    D      E
California cotton fields
       D                  E          A
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
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Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came
       D                  E          G  D  A
Was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came