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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: dave@eng.umd.edu (David C. Fleming) (The following comes from "Woody Guthrie, Roll On Columbia, The Columbia River Collection" A song book containing lyrics, chords, and standard notation transcripts of melodies for the songs Woody wrote while working for the Bonneville Power Administration in 1941, including many not included on the album by that name. Also, some copies of Woody's original notes, and historical documents appear. The book can be had for about US$10 from Sing Out Publications, PO Box 5253, Bethlehem, PA 18015-0253, Phone orders at (215) 865-5366. It's a good book. As long as I'm sounding like a commercial, let me suggest the following CD: "Woody Guthrie -The Library of Congress Recordings" It's excellent. By the way, I have no vested interest in selling these products. Ordinarily, I wouldn't copy and distribute songs from books, but in this case, there are only two chords, which I probably could have figured out myself.) "Pastures of Plenty" by Woody Guthrie D (Bm) It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed D My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road, Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled, (Bm) And your deserts are hot and your mountains they're cold I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes, And I slept on the ground 'neath the light of the moon; I picked in your cotton, cut grapes from your vine, And I set on your table your light sparkling wine. We travel with the wind and the rain in our face, Our families migrating from place unto place; We'll work in your beet fields 'til sundown tonight, Travel 300 miles 'fore the mornin' gets light Arizona, California, we'll make all your crops, It's northward to Oregon to gather your hops; Strawberries, cherries, and apples the best, In that sunshiny land call'd the Pacific Northwest. It takes home loving mothers and strong hearted men; Every state in this union us migrants has been; 'Long the edge of your cities you'll see us, and then, We've come with the dust and we're gone in the wind. I picked up a rich clod of dirt in my hand, I crumble it back into strong fertile land; The greatest desire in this world that I know Is to work on my land where there's green things to grow. I think of the dust and the days that are gone, And the day that's to come on a farm of our own; One turn of the wheel and the waters will flow 'Cross the green growing field, down the hot thirsty row. Look down in the canyon and there you will see The Grand Coulee showers her blessings on me; The light for the city for factory and mill, Green pastures of plenty from dry, barren hills. It's always we've rambled, that river and I, It's here on her banks and I'll work till I die, My land I'll defend with my life if need be; 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free! I've wandered all over your green growing land, Where ever your crops are I've lent you my hand, On the edge of your cities you'll see me and then, I come with the dust and I've gone with the wind. Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down, Every state of this union us migrants have been, We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind. -David Fleming (dave@eng.umd.eud)


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