Merle Haggard - Tulare dust

^DTulare dust in a ^Gfarm boy?s nose ^AWonderin where the ^Dfreight train goes ^DStandin in a field by the ^Grailroad tracks ^E7Cursin the strap on my ^Acotton sack I can ^Dsee mom and dad with ^Gshoulders low ^ABoth of them pickin on a ^Ddouble row They ^Ddo it for a livin be^Gcause they must That?s ^Alife like it is on the ^DTulare dust

^EThe California sun was something new ^AThat winter we arrived in 42 And I can ^Dstill remember how my ^GDaddy cussed The ^Atumbleweeds here in the ^DTulare dust

^EThe valley fever was a common fate ^ATo the farm workers here in the golden state And I ^Dmiss Oklahoma but I?ll ^Gstay if I must And ^Ahelp make a livin in the ^DTulare dust