Pastures of Plenty - Live

Its a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold

I wondered all over this green growing land (I wondered this land)
Where ever your crops are I lend you my hands (I lend you my hands)
At the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then (oh oh oh)
I come with the dust and I'm gone with the wind (gone, gone)

California, Arizona, I worked on your crops (worked on your crops)
North up to Oregon to gather your hops
I got beets from your ground (beets oh beets)
I cut grapes from your vines
To sat on our table's that light that sparkling wine (eeh what a world)

A green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the grand coulee dam where the water runs down
Every state of this union us migrants have been (hmmmm)
Oh we come with the dust and we're gone gone, gone with the wind (gone, uhmmm)

(Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
(Ha aah, ha ha ha ha ha)

It's always we rambled that river and I
All along your green balley's I'd work till I die
I traveled this road until death lets me be (oh oh oh oh)
'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free (all, uh uh uh)

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Edge of your cities you see me and then (oh oh oh oh oh)
I come with the dust and I'm gone, gone gone with the wind (uuhh)

(Uuuhh, ha)
(Hmmm, ha)
(Hmmm, ha, hmm, ha)
(Hmmm, ha, hmmmm)