Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan

Pastures Of Plenty
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Capo 2 Verse 1 C Am It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed C Am My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road C Am Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled C Am And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold Verse 2 C Am California, Arizona, I harvest your crops C Am Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops C Am Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine C Am To set on your table your light sparkling wine Verse 3 C Am I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes C Am I slept on the ground in the light of the moon C Am Every state in the Union us migrants have been C Am We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win Verse 4 C Am I slept on the ground in the light of the moon C Am I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes C Am Wherever your crops are, I'll lend you my hand C Am I'll ramble all over your green growing land Verse 5 C Am Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground C Am From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down C Am Every state in the Union us migrants have been C Am We come with the dust and we go with the wind Verse 6 C Am It's always we rambled, that river and I C Am All along your green valley, I will work till I die C Am This land I'll defend with my life if need be C Am Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

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