Merle Haggard - Tulare Dust - Sözleri

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 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 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 livin' in the Tulare dust



The 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 sack



I see mom and dad



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