(Dallas Frazier - Earl Montgomery)      My driftin' mem'ry 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 some day we could leave   This run down mortaged Oklahoma farm.      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 wall he had seen   Pictures in magazines that told him so.      California cottonfields   Where labor camps were full of worried, men with broken dreams   California cottonfields   Was as close to wealth as daddy ever came.      --- Instrumental ---      Almost everything we had was sowed or left behind   From daddy's plow and the fruit that mama canned   Some folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell   But some just came to shake my daddy's hand.      The Model A was loaded down and California 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 had turned to silver gray.      California cottonfields   Where labor camps were full of worried, men with broken dreams   California cottonfields   Was as close to wealth as daddy ever came.      California cottonfields   Where labor camps were full of worried, men with broken dreams   California cottonfields   Was as close to wealth as daddy ever came...