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By Merle Haggard
DTulare dust in a Gfarm boy?s nose
AWonderin where the Dfreight train goes
DStandin in a field by the Grailroad tracks
E7Cursin the strap on my Acotton sack
I can Dsee mom and dad with Gshoulders low
ABoth of them pickin on a Ddouble row
They Ddo it for a livin beGcause they must
That?s Alife like it is on the DTulare dust
EThe California sun was something new
AThat winter we arrived in 42
And I can Dstill remember how my GDaddy cussed
The Atumbleweeds here in the DTulare dust
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EThe valley fever was a common fate
ATo the farm workers here in the golden state
And I Dmiss Oklahoma but I?ll Gstay if I must
And Ahelp make a livin in the DTulare dust
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