所属专辑:American Folk Legend
歌手: Woody Guthrie
时长: 02:26
Pastures of Plenty - Woody Guthrie[00:00:00]
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed[00:00:25]
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road[00:00:31]
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled[00:00:39]
And your deserts were hot[00:00:42]
And your mountains were cold[00:00:44]
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes[00:01:07]
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon[00:01:12]
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then[00:01:18]
We come with the dust and we go with the wind[00:01:21]
California Arizona I harvest your crops[00:01:28]
Well it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops[00:01:33]
Dig the beets from your ground[00:01:37]
Cut the grapes from your vine[00:01:39]
To set on your table your light sparkling wine[00:01:41]
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground[00:01:48]
From the Grand Coulee Dam[00:01:52]
Where the waters run down[00:01:53]
Every state in the Union us migrants have been[00:01:56]
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win[00:02:00]
It's always we rambled that river and I[00:02:06]
All along your green valley I will work till I die[00:02:09]
My land I'll defend with my life if it be[00:02:14]
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free[00:02:18]