Track Pastures of plenty (id6007)

Pastures of plenty
Ennio Morricone Arranger; Ennio Morricone Conductor; Peter Tevis Vocals; Woody Guthrie Composer; Woody Guthrie Lyrics;

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It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have traveled this hot dusty road Out of your dustbowl and westward we rolled Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes Slept on the ground by the light of the moon On the edge of your cities you'll see us and then We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind

California, Arizona, I've worked on your crops Then northward up to Oregon to gather your hops Dig the beets from your ground, take the grapes from your vine To set on your table that light, sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in this Union the migrants have been We'll work in your fight and we'll fight till we win

It's always we ramble, that river and I All along your green valleys I'll work 'til I die Travel this road until death sets me free For your pastures of plenty must always be free.

By Woody Guthrie, ©TRO/Ludlow Music. The tune is an adaptation of the traditional Appalachian song

- by Bob Hendrikx on 06/04/2021:

Notes on Peter Tevis: PASTURES OF PLENTY (1962)