Pastures of Plenty
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โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
๐ ID: 9003358
๐ Lyrics
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold
I wandered all over your green growing land
Wherever your crops are, I lend you my hands
On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then
I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
California, Arizona, I worked on your crops
Then North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dug bits o your ground, I cut grapes from your vines
To sat on your tables, that light sparkling wine
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
Every state of this union, us migrants have been
We come with the dust, and we're gone with the wind
It's always we rambled that river and I
All along your green valleys, I'll work 'til I die
I'll travel this road until death sets me free
'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled the hot dusty road
On the edge of your cities, you see me and then
I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold
I wandered all over your green growing land
Wherever your crops are, I lend you my hands
On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then
I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
California, Arizona, I worked on your crops
Then North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dug bits o your ground, I cut grapes from your vines
To sat on your tables, that light sparkling wine
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
Every state of this union, us migrants have been
We come with the dust, and we're gone with the wind
It's always we rambled that river and I
All along your green valleys, I'll work 'til I die
I'll travel this road until death sets me free
'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled the hot dusty road
On the edge of your cities, you see me and then
I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.66] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[00:16.13] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:24.64] Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
[00:29.44] Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold
[00:42.62] I wandered all over your green growing land
[00:50.67] Wherever your crops are, I lend you my hands
[00:58.38] On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then
[01:03.90] I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
[01:17.24] California, Arizona, I worked on your crops
[01:25.10] Then North up to Oregon to gather your hops
[01:33.27] Dug bits o your ground, I cut grapes from your vines
[01:38.66] To sat on your tables, that light sparkling wine
[01:51.37] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:59.37] From the grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
[02:07.43] Every state of this union, us migrants have been
[02:12.60] We come with the dust, and we're gone with the wind
[02:26.03] It's always we rambled that river and I
[02:31.41] All along your green valleys, I'll work 'til I die
[02:36.52] I'll travel this road until death sets me free
[02:41.53] 'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free
[02:54.84] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[03:02.84] My poor feet have traveled the hot dusty road
[03:10.81] On the edge of your cities, you see me and then
[03:16.46] I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
[03:30.08]
[00:16.13] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:24.64] Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
[00:29.44] Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold
[00:42.62] I wandered all over your green growing land
[00:50.67] Wherever your crops are, I lend you my hands
[00:58.38] On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then
[01:03.90] I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
[01:17.24] California, Arizona, I worked on your crops
[01:25.10] Then North up to Oregon to gather your hops
[01:33.27] Dug bits o your ground, I cut grapes from your vines
[01:38.66] To sat on your tables, that light sparkling wine
[01:51.37] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:59.37] From the grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
[02:07.43] Every state of this union, us migrants have been
[02:12.60] We come with the dust, and we're gone with the wind
[02:26.03] It's always we rambled that river and I
[02:31.41] All along your green valleys, I'll work 'til I die
[02:36.52] I'll travel this road until death sets me free
[02:41.53] 'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free
[02:54.84] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[03:02.84] My poor feet have traveled the hot dusty road
[03:10.81] On the edge of your cities, you see me and then
[03:16.46] I'll come with the dust, and I'm gone with the wind
[03:30.08]