Tulare Dust

(álbum: Someday We'll Look Back - 1971)

Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standing in the field by the railroad track
Cursing this strap on my cotton sack

I can see mom and dad with shoulders low
Both of 'em picking on a double row
They do it for a living 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 coming fate
To the farmworkers here in the Golden State
And I miss Oklahoma but I'll stay
If I must and help make a living in the Tulare dust

The Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standing in the field by the railroad track
Cursing this strap on my cotton sack