Tulare Dust

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 the field by the railroad track Cursin' the strap on my cotton sack