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I came back to California cause my home was here
To look up my old sweetheart just for fun
Mom and Dad had both passed on in two short years
While my patriotic chores beiní done
I saw changes all around me and some were good
But I hardly recognized my side of town
They tore down the swingin' casing from the cottowood
And that tree was all that marked familar ground.
E A E
Oh, they're tearin' the labor camps down
And I feel a little sentimental shame
Where's a working man gonna live at in this town
Oh, they're tearin' the labor camps down.
The Hilltop family market had been moved somewhere
And the name was changed to fit the newer homes
The things that I remember were no longer there
And the cabin that my daddy built was gone.