Тональность: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
It's a mighty hard row that
my poor hands have hoed
Bb
My poor feet have traveled
Gm
Out of the dust bowl and
westward we rolled
Your desert was hot and your
C
Gm
mountains were cold
Verse 2
Gm
I've worked in your orchards
of peaches and prunes
Bb
I've slept on the ground in
D
the light of your moon
Gm
On the edge of your city you've
seen us and then
We come with the dust and we
C
Gm
go with the wind
Verse 3
Gm
California, arizona, I make all your crops
Bb
Gm
Then north up to oregon to
Bb
D
gather your hogs
Gm
Pull the beets from your ground,
D
Gm
cut the grapes from your vine
C
To set on your table your light,
Verse 4
Gm
Green pastures of plenty from
dry desert ground
Bb
From the grand coulee dam where
Gm
Every state in this union us
migrants have been
We'll work in your fight and we'll
C
Gm
fight til we win
C
Cm
Gm
Verse 5
Well it's always we ramble that river and I
D
Bb
All along your green
D
valley I'll work til I die
Gm
My land I'll defend with
my life if need be
C
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be
Gm
free
Outro 1
Gm
D
Bb
D
Gm
C
Am
C
Gm
C
Cm
Gm
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