Pastures of Plenty

Song Pastures of Plenty
Artist Woody Guthrie
Album The Asch Recordings, Vol. 1-4

Lyrics

[00:24.80] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[00:30.77] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:38.38] Out of your
[00:39.54] Dust Bowl and
[00:40.71] Westward we rolled
[00:42.02] And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
[01:06.45] I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
[01:11.56] I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
[01:16.88] On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
[01:20.61] We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[01:27.61] California
[01:28.78] Arizona, I harvest your crops
[01:32.19] Well its North up to
[01:33.75] Oregon to gather your hops
[01:36.89] Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
[01:40.58] To set on your table your light sparkling wine
[01:47.26] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:50.89] From the Grand
[01:51.95] Coulee Dam where the waters run down
[01:55.75] Every state in the
[01:57.32] Union us migrants have been
[01:59.80] We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
[02:05.01] It's always we rambled, that river and
[02:08.04] IAll along your green valley
[02:10.62] I will work till I die
[02:11.67] My land
[02:14.52] I'll defend with my life if it be
[02:17.10] Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free