Текст песни Merle Haggard - Tulare Dust
Merle Haggard - Tulare Dust слова песни
Tulare dust in a farm boy`s noseWondering where the freight train goesStandin` in the field by the railroad track Cursin` this strap on my cotton sackI can see mom and dad with shoulders low Both of `em pickin` on a double rowThey do it for a livin` because they must That`s life like it is in the Tulare dustThe California sun was something new That when we arrived in `42And I can still remember how my daddy cussedThe tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dustThe wally fever was a comin` fate To the farmworkers here in the Golden StateAnd I miss Oklahoma but I`ll stay If I must and help make a livin` in the Tulare dustThe Tulare dust in a farm boy`s noseWondering where the freight train goesStandin` in the field by the railroad track Cursin` this strap on my cotton sack