Pastures Of Plenty

	  		
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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 the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your 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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Every state in the Union us migrants have been 
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We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win 

Verse 4 

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I slept on the ground in the light of the moon 
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I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes 
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Wherever your crops are, I'll lend you my hand 
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I'll ramble all over your green growing land 


Verse 5 

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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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We come with the dust and we go with the wind 


Verse 6

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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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This land I'll defend with my life if need be 
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Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free