Tulare dust in a farm boy?s nose
Wonderin where the freight train goes
Standin in a field by the railroad tracks
Cursin the strap on my cotton sack
I can see mom and dad with shoulders low
Both of them pickin on a double row
They do it for a livin because they must
That?s life like it is on the Tulare dust
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
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The valley fever was a common 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 livin in the Tulare dust
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