Tulare Dust — текст песни (Merle Haggard)

Tulare dust in a farm boy`s 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
That`s 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 tumbleweeds 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 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 the field by the railroad track
Cursin` this strap on my cotton sack