Verse
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While strumming, Bob hammers on and off his ring finger, you have to listen for when he does it.
Capo 2
[Verse 1]
D Bm
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
D Bm
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
D Bm
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
D Bm
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
[Verse 2]
D Bm
California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
D Bm
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
D Bm
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
D Bm
To set on your table your light sparkling wine
[Verse 3a] - On Minnesota Tapes
D Bm
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
D Bm
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
D Bm
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
D Bm
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
[Verse 3b] - On Gaslight Recording
D Bm
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
D Bm
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
D Bm
Wherever your crops are, I'll lend you my hand
D Bm
I'll ramble all over your green growing land
[Verse 4]
D Bm
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
D Bm
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
D Bm
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
D Bm
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[Verse 5]
D Bm
It's always we rambled, that river and I
D Bm
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
D Bm
This land I'll defend with my life if need be
D Bm
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free