C
F
Tulare dust in a farm boy’s nose
G7
C
Wondering where the freight train goes
F
Standing in the field by the railroad track
D7
G7
Cursing this strap on my cotton sack
C
F
I can see mom and dad with shoulders low
G7
C
Both of ’em picking on a double row
F
They do it for a living because they must
G7
C
That’s life like it is in the Tulare dust
Dm
The California sun was something new
G7
That winter when we arrived in ’42
C
F
And I can still remember how my daddy cussed
G7
C
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust
Dm
The valley fever was a coming fate
G7
To the farm workers here in the Golden State
C
F
And I miss Oklahoma but I’ll stay if I must
G7
C
And help make a living in the Tulare dust
C
F
Tulare dust in a farm boy’s nose
G7
C
Wondering where the freight train goes
F
Standing in the field by the railroad track
D7
G7
Cursing this strap on my cotton sack
C
D7
Dm
F
G7