Pastures Of Plenty

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[Verse 1]
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It's a mighty hard row
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My poor hands have hoed
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My poor feet have traveled
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A hot dusty road

[Verse 2]
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Out of your Dust Bowl
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And westward we rolled
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Your deserts were hot
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Your mountains were cold

[Verse 3]
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I worked in your orchards
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Of peaches and prunes
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Slept on the ground
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By the light of your moon

[Verse 4]
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On the edge of your city
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You'll see us and then
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We come with the dust
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We're gone with the wind

[Verse 5]
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California and Arizona,
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I made all your crops
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And its north up to Oregon
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To harvest your hops

[Verse 6]
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Dig the beets from your ground,
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Pick the grapes from your vine
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To set on your table
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Your light sparkling wine

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[Verse 7]
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It's green pastures of plenty
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From dry desert ground
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From the Grand Coulee Dam
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Where the waters run down

[Verse 8]
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Every state in this Union
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Us migrants have been
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We'll work in this fight
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And we'll fight till we win

[Verse 9]
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And it's always we ramble
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This river and I
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All along your green valley,
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I will work till I die

[Verse 10]
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And this land I'll defend
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With my life if need be
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'Cause my pastures of plenty
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Must always be free