verse 1 It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoed My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled And your deserts was hot and your mountain were cold verse 2 California and Arizona, I worked all your crops And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hops Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine To set on your table your light, sparkling wine verse 3 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 verse 4 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 verse 5 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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