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Pastures Of Plenty

アーティスト:Pierce Pettis  アルバム:That Kind Of Love 

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It's a mighty rough row that my poor hands have hoed, My poor feet have travelled a hot dusty road, Out of your dust bowl, and westward we roll, And your desert was hot and your mountains was cold. Well, I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes, Slept on the ground by the light of the moon, On the edge of the city you seen us, and then... We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind. California, Arizona, I make all your crops, Then it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops, Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vines, Just to set on your table your bright, sparkling wine.


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