Pastures Of Plenty Lyrics - Woody At 100: Woody Guthrie Centennial Collection - Woody Guthrie

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 

And your deserts were hot and your mountain was cold 

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes 

Slept on the ground in the light of your moon 

On the edge of the city you'll see us and then 

We come with the dust and we go with the wind 

California and Arizona, I make all your crops 

And its North up to Oregon to gather your hops 

Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine 

To set on your table your light sparkling wine 

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground 

From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down 

Every state in this Union us migrants have been 

We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win 

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Well, it's always we rambled, that river and I 

All along your green valley, I will work till I die 

My land I'll defend with my life if it be 

'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free 

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