Pastures Of Plenty

Am Em Am 3x Am Em F G Am F Am It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed Em My poor feet have travelled this hot dusty road Am Out of your dustbowl and westward we roam F G Am Em Am Through deserts so hot and through mountains so cold F Am I've wandered all over your green, growing land Em Wherever your crops are, I'll lend you my hand Am On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then F G Am Em Am I come with the dust and I'm gone with the wind F Am California, Arizona, I've worked on your crops Em And northward up to Oregon to gather your hops Am Dug beets from the ground, I've cut grapes from the vine F G Am To set at your table that white sparkling wine Am Am Em Am Am Em Am Em Am 3x F Am Green pastures of plenty from the dry desert ground Em From the grand Coolie dam where the waters run down Am In every state of this union we migrants have been F G Am We work on the land and we'll fight until we win F Am It's always we ramble, that river and I Em All along your green valleys I'll work 'til I die Am Travel this road until death sets me free F G Am 'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free Am Em Am 3x Am Em F G