Judy Collins - Pastures Of Plenty CAPO: 4th Fret [Intro] [Verse 1] 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 mountains were cold [Verse 2] California Arizona I harvest your crops Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops Dig your beets from the ground cut the grapes from the vine To set on your table your light___ sparkling wine [Verse 3] I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes I slept on the ground in the light of the moon On the edge of your city you see us some days We come with the dust and we’ll go____ with the wind [Verse 4] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in the Union us migrants have been And we’ll work in this fight and we’ll fight___ till we win [Verse 5] It’s always we rambled that river and I All along your green valley I will work till I die My land I defend with my life if it be ’Cause my pastures of plenty must always___ be free [Verse 6] 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 mountains were cold