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