Pastures Of Plenty

[00:21.95] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[00:29.05] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:37.07] Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
[00:41.02] And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
[01:06.01] I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
[01:11.02] I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
[01:16.14] On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
[01:20.16] We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[01:26.12] California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
[01:31.12] Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
[01:36.13] Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
[01:39.21] To set on your table your light sparkling wine
[01:46.27] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:50.22] From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
[01:55.23] Every state in the Union us migrants have been
[01:58.23] We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
[02:04.28] It's always we rambled, that river and I
[02:07.35] All along your green valley, I will work till I die
[02:12.39] My land I'll defend with my life if it be
[02:15.34] Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
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