Tulare Dust
By Merle Haggard


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


E
The California sun was something new
A       
That winter we arrived in 42
          D                     G
And I can still remember how my Daddy cussed
    A                       D
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust

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E
The valley fever was a common fate
A
To the farm workers here in the golden state
      D                      G 
And I miss Oklahoma but I’ll stay if I must
    A                        D    
And help make a livin in the Tulare dust

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