2024-05-09T08:24:46Z https://www.cigarboxnation.com/video/video/listTagged?tag=Pastures&rss=yes&xn_auth=no tag:www.cigarboxnation.com,2014-01-19:2592684:Video:1863702 2014-01-19T13:30:32.217Z W.M. Peterson https://www.cigarboxnation.com/profile/werner

<a href="https://www.cigarboxnation.com/video/pastures-of-plenty-old-woody-guthrie-cover"><br /> <img alt="Thumbnail" height="180" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/330064545?profile=original&amp;width=240&amp;height=180" width="240"></img><br /> </a> <br></br>I dedicate the song to all my ancestors/migrants who came to the USA with the Red Star Line to find a better life.<br></br> - One Voice<br></br> - One home-made 5string tambourine banjo<br></br> <br></br> Pastures of Plenty<br></br> Words and Music by Woody Guthrie<br></br> <br></br> It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed<br></br> My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty…

<a href="https://www.cigarboxnation.com/video/pastures-of-plenty-old-woody-guthrie-cover"><br /> <img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/330064545?profile=original&amp;width=240&amp;height=180" width="240" height="180" alt="Thumbnail" /><br /> </a><br />I dedicate the song to all my ancestors/migrants who came to the USA with the Red Star Line to find a better life.<br /> - One Voice<br /> - One home-made 5string tambourine banjo<br /> <br /> Pastures of Plenty<br /> Words and Music by Woody Guthrie<br /> <br /> It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed<br /> My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road<br /> Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled<br /> And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold<br /> <br /> I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes<br /> I slept on the ground in the light of the moon<br /> On the edge of the city you'll see us and then<br /> We come with the dust and we go with the wind<br /> <br /> California, Arizona, I harvest your crops<br /> Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops<br /> Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine<br /> To set on your table your light sparkling wine<br /> <br /> Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground<br /> From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down<br /> Every state in the Union us migrants have been<br /> We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win<br /> <br /> It's always we rambled, that river and I<br /> All along your green valley, I will work till I die<br /> My land I'll defend with my life if it be<br /> Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free