The Baltic Moonshine Band

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have travelled this hot dusty road
Out of your dustbowl and westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I worked in your orchards of peaches and pruines
I slept on the ground in the lights of the moon
On the edge of your city, you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, Lord, we make all your crops
Well it's up North to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from the ground, take the grapes from your vine
To place on your table that light sparkling wine

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

It's always we rambled, this river and I
All of your green valleys I'll work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life needed be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

11. Pastures Of Plenty
(Guthrie) Old folk standard of which every artist has his own version. And also their own arrangement. Woody plays it by using only C chord but I added also A minor... this version is based on the one of James Alan Sheldon uses on his album. Many kinds of lyrics can be found on the net and I am nobody to tell which is wrong and which is right. --Jore My friend Tom plays this on the ukulele - just a useless piece of information I thought I'd share with you. Woody was an incredibly prolific writer and not all of it was great - he would have fitted in well with the BMB. But this is a fine song and Jore does a good job of capturing the spirit of the dustbowl. --Davy