my drifiting memory goes back to the spring of 43 when i was just a child in mama's arms my daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday we might leave this rundown mortgaged oklahoma farm
and then one night i heard my daddy saying to my mama that he'd finall saved enough to go californa was his dream of paradise fore he had seen pictures in magazines that told him so
californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled with worried men with broken dreams californa cottonfields as close to welath as daddy ever came
well almost everything we had was sold or left behind from my daddy's plow to the fruit that mama canned and some folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell and some just came to shake my daddy's hand
well the Model A was loaded down and californa 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 turned to silver gray
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