By Merle Haggard D G Tulare dust in a farm boys nose A D Wonderin where the freight train goes D G Standin in a field by the railroad tracks E7 A 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 Thats 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 Instrumental 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 Ill stay if I must A D And help make a livin in the Tulare dust Repeat 1st verse