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Tulare Dust

Höfundur lags: Merle Haggard Flytjandi: Merle Haggard Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]Tulare dust in a [F]farm boy's nose
[G7]Wondering where the [C]freight train goes
Standing in the field by the [F]railroad track
[D7]Cursing this strap on my [G7]cotton sack

I can [C]see mom and dad with [F]shoulders low
[G7]Both of 'em picking on a [C]double row
They do it for a living [F]because they must
That's [G7]life like it is in the Tulare [C]dust

[Dm]The California sun was something new
[G7]That winter when we arrived in '42
And I can [C]still remember how my [F]daddy cussed
The [G7]tumbleweeds here in the [C]Tulare dust

[Dm]The valley fever was a coming fate
[G7]To the farm workers here in the Golden State
And I [C]miss Oklahoma but I'll [F]stay if I must
And [G7]help make a living in the [C]Tulare dust

[C]Tulare dust in a [F]farm boy's nose
[G7]Wondering where the [C]freight train goes
Standing in the field by the [F]railroad track
[D7]Cursing this strap on my [G7]cotton sack


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 winter when we arrived in '42
And I can still remember how my daddy cussed
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust

The valley fever was a coming fate
To the farm workers 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

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

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