verse 1 

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It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoed 
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My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road 
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Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled 
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And your deserts was hot and your mountain were cold 


verse 2 

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California and Arizona, I worked all your crops 
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And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hops 
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Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine 
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To set on your table your light, sparkling wine 


verse 3 

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I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes 
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Slept on the ground in the light of your moon 
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On the edge of the city you'll see us and then 
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We come with the dust and we go with the wind 


verse 4 

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Well, it's always we rambled, that river and I 
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All along your green valley, I will work till I die 
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My land I'll defend with my life if it be 
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'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free 


verse 5 

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Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground 
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From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down 
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Every state in this Union us migrants have been 
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We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win