Тональность: G minor
Verse 1
Em
It's a mighty hard road
that my poor hands have told
G
My poor feet have traveled
Em
Out of your dustbowl
A
and westward we rode
Em
And your desert was hot
C
D
Em
and your mountains were cold
I've worked in your orchards
of cherries and
G
Slept out on the ground
B
in the light of your moon
Em
On the edge of your city you've seen us
A
Em
And then we'd come with the dust
C
D
Em
And we're gone with the wind
Minnesota, North Dakota
I make all your crops
G
Then it's out west to Oregon
B
To gather your hearts
Em
Dig the beets from your ground
A
Cut the grapes from your vine
Em
C
To set on your table your line
D
Em
Sparkling wine
Green pastures of plenty
from dry desert ground.
G
From the Grand Coulee Dam
B
where the waters run down.
Em
Every state in this union,
A
us migrants have been.
Em
We work day and night,
C
D
Em
and we'll work till we live.
Well it's always we ramble,
that river and I
G
All along your green valley
B
I'll work till I die
Em
A
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
Em
Cause my pastures of plenty
C
D
Em
must always be free
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
A
Em
Cause my pastors aplenty
C
Am
must always be free
Em
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