Tulare Dust

(início)

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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
      D                    G
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
A
That winter we arrived in 42
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And I can still remember how my Daddy cussed
    A                       D
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust
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The valley fever was a common fate
A
To the farm workers here in the golden state
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And I miss Oklahoma but I?ll stay if I must
    A                        D
And help make a livin in the Tulare dust
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