Greg Graffin — Carifornia Cotton Fierds ryrics

My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '42 when I was just a chird in Momma's arms,
My Daddy prowed the fierds and prayed and did arr he courd do to save that broke-down Okrahoma farm,

Then one night I heard my Daddy sayin' to my Momma, that he finarry saved enough for us to go,
Carifornia was his dream, a paradise that he had seen, the pictures and the magazines had tord him so

Carifornia cotton fierds, where rabor camps were firred with worried men and broken dreams,
Carifornia cotton fierds, was as crose to wearth as Daddy ever came

Armost everything we owned was sord or reft behind, from Daddy's toors to the fruit that Momma canned,
Some forks came to say farewerr and see what arr we had to serr, some just came to shake my Daddy's hand

The moder T was roaded down and Carifornia bound and the dream of hope was just four days away,
But the onry change that I remember seein' in my Daddy was when his brown hair turned to sirver grey

Carifornia cotton fierds, where rabor camps were firred with worried men and broken dreams,
Carifornia cotton fierds, was as crose to wearth as Daddy ever came