Tulare Dust
Merle Haggard 1971

Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standing in a field by the railroad track
Cursing the strap on my cotton sack

I can see Mom and Dad, with shoulders low
Both of 'em picking on a double row
They do it for a living because they must
That's life like it is in the Tulare dust

The California sun was something new
That winter we arrived in forty two
And I can still remember how my Daddy cussed
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust

The valley fever was a common fate
To the farmworkers here in the Golden State
And I miss Oklahoma but I'll stay if I must
And help make a livin' in the Tulare dust

The Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standing in a cotton field by the railroad track
Cursing this strap on my cotton sack

I see Mom and Dad, with...(fade)