Tulare Dust

Lyrics

[Verse] Tulare dust in a farmboy's nose Wondering where the freight train goes Standing in a field by the railroad track Cursing this strap on my cotton sack [Verse] 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 [Verse] The California sun was something new That winter we arrived in '42 And I can still remember how my Daddy cussed The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust [Verse] The valley fever was a coming fate To the farm workers here in the Golden State And I miss Oklahoma, but I'll stay if I must And help make a living in the Tulare dust [Verse] The Tulare dust in a farmboy's nose Wondering where the freight train goes Standing in a cotton field with a railroad track Cursing the strap on my cotton sack I see Mom and Dad with shoulders low