Pastures Of Plenty

[Verso 1] Am It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed C E My poor feet have traveled this hot dusty road Am Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled Dm Am Your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold [Verso 2] Am I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes C E And I slept on the ground by the light of the moon Am On the edge of the city you will see us and then Dm Am We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind [Verso 3] Am California, Arizona, we make all your crops C E Then it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops Am Take the beets from the ground, take the grapes from the vine Am Dm Am To set on your table that light sparkling wine [Verso 4] Am Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground C E To the Grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down Am Every state in the Union us migrants have been Dm Am We'll work in the fight and we'll fight 'til we win [Verso 5] Am It's always we rambled, that river and I C E All along your green valley, I will work 'til I die Am My land I'll defend with my life if it be Dm Am Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free