Pastures Of Plenty Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have
hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty [E]road.
[Am]Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your
deserts were hot and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your crops were,
I've lent you my [E]hands.
On the [Am]edge of your city you'll see me and then,
I come with the dust and I [Dm]go with the wind.
[Am]

[Verse 2]
California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then
it's North up to Oregon to gather your [E]hops.
Dig [Am]the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your
vines to set on your table that [Dm]light sparkling [Am]wine.

[Verse 3]
Green [Am]pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from
the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run [E]down
Every [Am]state in the Union this migrant has been.
I come with the dust and I [Dm]go with t[Am]he wind.
It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley,
I'll work 'til I [E]die.
And I'll [Am]travel this road until death sets me free for
my pastures of plenty must [Dm]always be [Am]green.

[Verse 4]
[Am]I come with the dust and I [Dm]go with the w[Am]ind.