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Pastures Of Plenty

アーティスト:Pete Seeger 

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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed; My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road. Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled, Your desert was hot and your mountains were cold. I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes; I've slept on the ground in the light of your moon. On the edge of your city you've seen us and then, We come with the dust and we go with the wind. California, Arizona, I make all your crops, Then north up to Oregon to gather your hogs. Pull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from


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