[00:05.232]It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[00:11.596]My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:18.489]Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
[00:23.553]And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
[00:38.443]California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
[00:44.023]Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
[00:49.583]Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
[00:55.445]To set on your table your light sparkling wine
[01:10.062]I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
[01:16.188]I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
[01:21.776]On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
[01:27.096]We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[01:41.989]Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:47.297]From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
[01:53.402]Every state in the Union us migrants have been
[01:59.242]We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
[02:14.139]It's always we rambled , that river and I
[02:18.128]All along your green valley, I will work till I die
[02:25.829]My land I'll defend with my life if it be
[02:31.686]Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
[02:45.764]It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[02:51.868]My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[02:58.513]Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
[03:03.852]And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

It's 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
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
It's always we rambled , that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
It's 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
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold