Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose   Wondering where the freight train goes   Standin' in the field by the railroad track   Cursin' the 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 winter 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 common 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 a cotton field by the railroad track   Cursin' the strap on my cotton sack      I see mom and dad