Two leery 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 leery dust
The California sun was something new That winter we arrived in forty-two
But I can still remember how my daddy cussed The tumbleweeds here in the two leery 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 leery dust
The two leery 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 can see mom and dad with shoulders low