To Larry Dust in a farm boy's nose Wondering where the freight train goes
Standing in a field by the railroad track Cursing the strap on my cotton sack
I can see mom and dad with shoulders low Both of them picking on a double row
They do it for a living because they must That's life like it is in the two Larry Dust
The California sun was something new That winter we arrived in 42
And I can still remember how my daddy cussed
The tumbleweeds here in the two Larry Dust
The valley fever was a common fate To the farm workers here in the Golden State
And I miss Oklahoma but I'll stay if I must
And help make a living in the two Larry Dust
The California sun was something new That winter we arrived in 42
The two Larry Dust in a farm boy's nose Wondering where the freight train goes
Standing in a cotton field by the railroad track
Cursing the strap on my cotton sack
I see mom and dad with shoulders low