California Cotton Fields

Intro Riff Ab Ab Bb Bb Bb F Ab Eb My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 Bb F When I was just a child in mama's arms Bb F Ab Eb My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day we could leave Bb F Bb This run down mortgaged Oklahoma farm F Eb Bb And then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my mom C F That he finally saved enough to go Bb F Ab Eb California was his dream, a paradise for he had seen Bb F Bb Lots of pretty girls in magazines that told him so Bb Eb F California cotton fields Eb F Eb Bb Where labor camps are filled with worried men and broken dreams Bb Eb F California cotton fields Eb F Bb As close to wealth as daddy ever came Interlude Riff Ab Ab Bb Bb Bb F Ab Eb Bb Bb F F Bb F Ab Eb Bb F Bb Bb Bb F Ab Eb Well, almost everything we had was sold or left behind Bb F From my daddy's plow to the fruit that mama canned Bb F Ab Eb Some folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell Bb F Bb Some just came to shake my daddy's hand F Eb Bb Oh, the Model A was loaded down and California bound C F And a change of luck was just four days away, yeah Bb F Ab Eb But the only change that I remember seeing for my daddy Bb F Bb Was swimmin' dark hair turned to silver grey Bb Eb F California cotton fields Eb F Eb Bb Where labor camps are filled with worried men and broken dreams Bb Eb F California cotton fields Eb F Bb As close to wealth as daddy ever came Outro Riff Ab Ab Bb Bb