Pastures Of Plenty

Judy Collins

Tom original: Am Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 6

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Verse 1

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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
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My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
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Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
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And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

Verse 2

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California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
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Well, its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
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Dig your beets from the ground, cut the grapes from the vine
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To set on your table your light___  sparkling wine

Verse 3

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I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
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I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
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On the edge of your city, you see us some days
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We come with the dust and we'll go____  with the wind

Verse 4

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Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
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From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
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Every state in the Union us migrants have been
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And we'll work in this fight and we'll fight___  till we win

Verse 5

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It's always we rambled, that river and I
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All along your green valley, I will work till I die
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My land I defend with my life, if it be
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'Cause my pastures of plenty must always___  be free

Verse 6

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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
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My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
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Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
                      C            D7  F    G     Am  F  Am  F  Am
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

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