Tulare Dust In A Farm Boy's Nose
Wondering Where The Freight Train Goes
Standin' In The Field By The Railroad Track
Cursin' This Strap On My Cotton Sack

I Can See Mom And Dad With Shoulders Low
Both Of 'em Pickin' On A Double Row
They Do It For A Livin' 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 Comin' Fate
To The Farmworkers Here In The Golden State
And I Miss Oklahoma But I'll Stay
If I Must And Help Make A Livin' In The Tulare Dust

The Tulare Dust In A Farm Boy's Nose
Wondering Where The Freight Train Goes
Standin' In The Field By The Railroad Track
Cursin' This Strap On My Cotton Sack