Tulare Dust Lyrics - Someday We'll Look Back - Merle Haggard

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