Tulare Dust

D                G
Tulare dust in a farm boy?s nose
A                  D
Wonderin where the freight train 
goes
D                         G
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
A                        D
Both of them pickin on a double row
     D                   G
They do it for a livin because they 
must
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       A                      D
That?s life like it is on the Tulare
 dust

E
The California sun was something new
A
That winter we arrived in 42
          D                    
And I can still remember how my 
 G
Daddy cussed
    A                       D
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare 
dust

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E
The valley fever was a common fate
A
To the farm workers here in the 
golden state
      D                      G
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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