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Pastures of Plenty

アーティスト:Harry Belafonte 

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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 Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold I wandered all over this green growing land Where ever your crops are I lend you my hands At the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then I come with the dust and I'm gone with the wind California, arizona, I worked on your crops North up to oregon to gather your hops I got beets from your ground I cut grapes from your vines To sat on our table's that light that sparkling wine Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the grand coulee dam where


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