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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed<br />My poor feet has traveled a hot dusty road<br />Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled<br />Your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold<br /><br />I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes<br />I slept on the ground by the light of your moon<br />At the edge of your cities you'll see us and then<br />We come with the dust and we go with the wind<br /><br />California, Arizona, I made all your crops<br />Well its North up to Oregon to harvest your hops<br />Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine<br />To set on your table your light sparkling wine<br /><br />It's green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground<br />From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down<br />Every state in this Union us migrants has been<br />And we'll work in this fight and we'll fight untill we win<br /><br />And it's always we rambled, this river and I<br />All along your green valleys, I will work till I die<br />And this land I'll defend with my life if need be<br />Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
New song lyrics
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed<br />My poor feet has traveled a hot dusty road<br />Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled<br />Your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold<br /><br />I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes<br />I slept on the ground by the light of your moon<br />At the edge of your cities you'll see us and then<br />We come with the dust and we go with the wind<br /><br />California, Arizona, I made all your crops<br />Well its North up to Oregon to harvest your hops<br />Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine<br />To set on your table your light sparkling wine<br /><br />It's green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground<br />From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down<br />Every state in this Union us migrants has been<br />And we'll work in this fight and we'll fight untill we win<br /><br />And it's always we rambled, this river and I<br />All along your green valleys, I will work till I die<br />And this land I'll defend with my life if need be<br />Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
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