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G D7 F C My drifting memory goes back to the spring of '43 G D7 When I was just a child in momma's arms G D7 F C My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would leave G D7 G This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm D7 C G Then one night I heard my daddy saying to my momma A7 D7 That he'd finally saved enough to go G D7 F C California was his dream a paradise for he had seen G D7 G Pictures in magazines that told him so G C D7 California Cottonfields C D7 C G Where labor camps were filled with weary men with broken dreams C D7 California Cottonfields C D7 G As close to wealth as daddy ever came D7 F C Nearly everything we had was sold or left behind G D7 From my daddy's plow to the soup that momma canned G D7 F C Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell G D7 G Some just came to shake my daddy's hand D7 C G That model A was loaded down and California bound A7 D7 A change of luck was just 4 days away G D7 F C But the only change that I remember seeing in my daddy G D7 G Was when his dark hair turned to silver gray D7 C G Then one night I heard my daddy saying to my momma A7 D7 That he'd finally saved enough to go G D7 F C California was his dream a paradise for he had seen G D7 G Pictures in magazines that told him so
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