D Bm D Bm It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoedD Bm My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty roadD Bm Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolledD Bm G Bm And your deserts was hot and your mountain were cold [verse 2]D Bm D Bm California and Arizona, I worked all your cropsD Bm And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hopsD Bm Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vineD Bm G Bm To set on your table your light, sparkling wine[verse 3]D Bm D Bm I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunesD Bm Slept on the ground in the light of your moonD Bm On the edge of the city you'll see us and thenD Bm G Bm We come with the dust and we go with the wind [verse 4]D Bm D Bm Well, it's always we rambled, that river and ID Bm All along your green valley, I will work till I dieD Bm My land I'll defend with my life if it beD Bm G Bm 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free [verse 5]D Bm D Bm Green pastures of plenty from dry desert groundD Bm From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run downD Bm Every state in this Union us migrants have beenD Bm G Bm We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
Pastures Of Plenty
Michael Hurley
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