Pastures of Plenty

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                                 1.It's a   mighty rough road that my poor hand has

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 hoed               My poor feet have travelled a hot dusty road

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 Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled   Your deserts were hot and your 
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 mountains were cold                 2.I   free

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2.I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
  I slept on your ground 'neath the light of your moon
  At the edge of your cities you see us and then
  We come with the dust and are gone with the wind

3.California Arizona I make all your crops
  Then it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops
  Take the beets from your ground, take the grapes from your vine
  To lay on your table your light sparkling wine

4.Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
  From the Grand Coulee dam where the water runs down
  Every state in this union us migrants have been
  And workers must fight and we'll fight 'til we win

5.Well it's always we ramble that river and I
  All along your green valleys I'll work 'til I die
  This land I'll defend with my life if it be
  'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free