Pastures Of Plenty Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Em]It's a mighty hard road
that my poor hands have told
My [G]poor feet have traveled
a hot, [B]dusty road
[Em]Out of your dustbowl
and westward we [A]rode
And your [Em]desert was hot
and your [C]mountains [D]were [Em]cold
I've worked in your orchards
of cherries and
Slept [G]out on the ground
in the light of your [B]moon
On the [Em]edge of your city you've seen us
And [A]then we'd [Em]come with the dust
And we're [C]gone [D]with the [Em]wind
Minnesota, North Dakota
I make all your crops
Then it's [G]out west to Oregon
To gather your [B]hearts
Dig the [Em]beets from your ground
Cut the grapes from your [A]vine
To [Em]set on your table your [C]line
Spark[D]ling [Em]wine
Green pastures of plenty
from dry desert ground.
From the [G]Grand Coulee Dam
where the waters run [B]down.
Every [Em]state in this union,
us migrants have [A]been.
We [Em]work day and night,
and we'll [C]work [D]till we [Em]live.
Well it's always we ramble,
that river and I
All along [G]your green valley
I'll work till I [B]die
My [Em]land I'll defend with my life if it [A]be
Cause my [Em]pastures of plenty
must [C]always [D]be fre[Em]e
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
[A]Cau[Em]se my pastors aplenty
must [C]always [Am]be free
[Em]