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Pastures Of Plenty Woody Guthrie © 1960 (renewed), 1963 (renewed) TRO-Ludlow Music Inc

Feb/Mar 1961 THE DYLAN'S ROOT (T-101)

East Orange tape, The Home of Bob and Sid Gleason, East Orange NJ - February or March 1961 It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have travelled a hot dusty road Out of your dust-bowl and westward we rolled And your deserts were hot and your mounatins were cold. I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes I slept on the ground in the light of your moon On the edge of your coty you'll see us and then We come with the dust and we go with the wind. California, Arizona, i made all your crops And it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your wines To set on your table your 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 us migrants has been We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win. It's always we've rambled that river and i All along your green valley i will work till i die My land i'll defend with my life if it be 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free.

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Pastures Of Plenty

May 1961 THE MINNESOTA TAPES (T-318) THE MINNEAPOLIS PARTY TAPE (BD Archive)

Minnesota Party tape 1961, Minneapolis MN - May 1961 It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road Out of your dust-bowl, westward we rolled And your desert was hot and your mountains were cold. California, Arizona, i made all your crops And it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops Dig the beets from your ground, pull the grapes from your wines To set on your table of your sparkling wine. Well, I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes and I slept on the ground in the light of your moon Every state in this union us migrants has been We will work in this fight and we'll fight till we win. Green pastures of plenty from a dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in this union us migrants has been Where we come with the dust and we're gone with the wind. It's always we've rambled that river and i All along your green valleys i'll work till i die This land i'll defend with my life if it be 'Cause my pastures of plenty they must always be free.