Pastures Of Plenty
Michael Hurley
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(início)
D Bm D Bm It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoed D Bm My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road D Bm Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled D 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 crops D Bm And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hops D Bm Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine D 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 prunes D Bm Slept on the ground in the light of your moon D Bm On the edge of the city you'll see us and then D 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 I D Bm All along your green valley, I will work till I die D Bm My land I'll defend with my life if it be D 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 ground D Bm From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down D Bm Every state in this Union us migrants have been D Bm G Bm We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
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