Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My driftin' goes back to the spring of '43
When I was a child in mama's arms
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed some day he could leave
This run down mortaged farm

Then one I heard my daddy sayin' to my mama
He finally enough for us to go
California was his dream a paradise he had seen
Pictures in magazines that him so

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Where camps were filled with worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields was as to wealth as daddy ever came

Almost we had to sow we left behind
From my plows to the fruit that mama canned
Some folks to say farewell and see what all we had to sell
Some just to shake my daddy's hand

The Model A was loaded down and California
And a change of luck was just four days
But the only that I remember seeing for my daddy
Was when his dark hair had turned to silver

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