Pastures Of Plenty chords by Orville Johnson

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Verse 1
Em 
 (E minor) Pastures of Plenty, take one.
Well, it's a mighty hard road
that my poor hands have hoed
And my poor feet have traveled
a hot, dusty road
Out of the dust bowl
and westward we roll
And your deserts are hot,
and your mountains, they're cold
Well, I work in your orchards
of peaches and prunes
And I slept on the ground,
need the light of your moon
I pecked in your cotton,
I cut grapes from your vine,
And I sat on your table,
your light sparkling wine.
Now we travel with the wind
and the rain in our face,
Our families are migrating
from place to place
We'll work in your beet fields
until sundown tonight
And we'll travel 300 miles
before the morning gets light
Arizona, California,
we'll make all your crops
And then it's northward
to Oregon to gather
Gather up your hops,
strawberries, cherries,
and the apples, the best
In that sunshiny land,
the Pacific Northwest
Now it takes home -loving mothers
and strong -hearted men
Every state in this union
us migrants have been
Along the edge of your cities
you'll see us and then
You know we come with the dust,
and we're gone with the wind
I picked up a rich clod of dirt,
I pick it up in my hand
I crumble it back into the strong
fertile land
And then the greatest desire in this world
that I know
is to work on my land
where the green things will grow.
And I think about the dust
and the days that are gone
And the day that's to come
and a farm of our own
At one turn of the wheel,
waters will flow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Across that green growing field,
and down a hot, thirsty road. oh, oh,
And I look down in the canyon,
G 
Em 
and there you will see.  (G major)  (E minor) 
The Grand Coulee showers
her blessings on me
And the lights for the city,
for factory and mill
The green pastures are plenty
from Dry Barren Hill
Well, it's always ramblin'
that river and I
It's here on her banks
that I'll work till I die
My land I'll defend with
my life if need be
Cause my pastures are plenty,
C 
Em 
must always be free  (C major)  (E minor) 
Cause my pastures are plenty,
must always be free you