[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