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Capo 2
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
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 3a] - On Minnesota Tapes
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
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
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
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
Pastures Of Plenty acordes
de Bob Dylan
