D         Bm          D              Bm
It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoed
   D                                    Bm
My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road
D                                        Bm
Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled
D                    Bm           G             Bm
And your deserts was hot and your mountain were cold


[verse 2]

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California and Arizona, I worked all your crops
   D                                              Bm
And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hops
D                                                         Bm
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
D                    Bm           G          Bm
To set on your table your light, sparkling wine


[verse 3]

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I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
 D                                       Bm
Slept on the ground in the light of your moon
D                                        Bm
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
D                Bm           G            Bm
We come with the dust and we go with the wind


[verse 4]

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Well, it's always we rambled, that river and I
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All along your green valley, I will work till I die
D                                        Bm
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
D             Bm           G               Bm
'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free


[verse 5]

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