Merle Haggard – Tulare Dust (Guitar)

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 

E7                     A     
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

       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                     G
And I can still remember how my Daddy cussed

    A                       D
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust

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