By Merle Haggard 
 
 
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Tulare dust in a farm boy?s nose  
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Wonderin where the freight train goes 
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Standin in a field by the railroad tracks  
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Cursin the strap on my cotton sack 
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I can see mom and dad with shoulders low 
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Both of them pickin on a double row 
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They do it for a livin because they must 
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That?s life like it is on the Tulare dust 
 
 
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The California sun was something new 
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That winter we arrived in 42 
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And I can still remember how my Daddy cussed 
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The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust 
 
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The valley fever was a common fate 
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To the farm workers here in the golden state 
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And I miss Oklahoma but I?ll stay if I must 
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And help make a livin in the Tulare dust 
 
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