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Lyrics for Pastures of Plenty by Kingston Trio:
| | | Artist: | Kingston Trio |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Pastures of Plenty | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 56 | | | | Lyrics: | Woody Guthrie
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have
traveled a hot, dusty road.
Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot
and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your
crops were, I've lent you my hands.
On the edge of your city you'll see me and then, I come with
the dust and I go with the wind.
California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then it's
North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your
vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine.
Green pastures of plenty from dry
desert ground from the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union this
migrant has been. I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
It's always we ramble that river
and I all along your green valley, I'll work 'til I die.
And I'll travel this road until death
sets me free for my pastures of plenty must always be green.
I come with the dust and I go
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