โหลดเพลง mp3 Pastures of Plenty - Woody Guthrie

Pastures of Plenty - Woody Guthrie
It's a mighty hard row
That my poor hands have hoed

My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road

Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot
And your mountains were cold

I worked in your orchards
Of peaches and prunes

I slept on the ground
In the light of the moon

On the edge of the city
You'll see us and then
We come with the dust
And we go with the wind

California arizona
I make your crops

Well it's north up to oregon
To gather your hops

Dig the beets from your ground
Cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table
Your light sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty
From dry desert ground
From the grand coulee dam
Where the waters run down

Every state in the union
Us migrants have been

We'll work in this fight
And we'll fight till we win

It's always we rambled

That river and I
All along your green valley
I will work till I die

My land I'll defend
With my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty
Must always be free