Tulare Dust (2005 Remaster)

Tulare Dust (2005 Remaster) - Merle Haggard/The Strangers

Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose

Wondering where the freight train goes

Standing in the field by the railroad track

Cursing the strap on my cotton sack

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

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

The 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 living in the Tulare dust

The Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose

Wondering where the freight train goes

Standing in a cotton field

By the railroad track

Cursing the strap on my cotton sack

I see mom and dad