tulare dust

tulare dust in a farm boy's nose

wondering where the freight train goes

standin' in the field by the railroad track

cursin' this strap on my cotton sack

i 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 dust

the california sun was something new

that when we arrived in '42

and i can still remember how my daddy cussed

the tumbleweeds here in the tulare dust

the wally fever was a comin' 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

standin' in the field by the railroad track

cursin' this strap on my cotton sack