Tulare Dust

Tulare dust in a farm boys 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
Thats 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 **********s 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 Ill stay
If I must and help make a livin in the Tulare dust
The Tulare dust in a farm boys nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin in the field by the railroad track
Cursin this strap on my cotton sack