Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin' in the field by the railroad track
Cursin' the strap on my cotton sackI can see mom and dad with shoulders low
Both of 'em pickin' on a double row
They do it for a livin' because they must
That's life like it is in the Tulare dustThe 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 dustThe 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 dustThe Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin' in a cotton field by the railroad track
Cursin' the strap on my cotton sackI see mom and dad
Songwriters
HAGGARDPublished by
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