Judy Collins - Pastures of plenty

It's a ^Ammighty hard ^Frow that my ^Ampoor hands have ^Fhoed My ^Cpoor feet have ^Ftraveled a ^Chot dusty ^E7road ^AmOut of your ^FDust Bowl and ^AmWestward we rolled And your deserts were ^Chot and your ^D7moun^Ftains^G were ^Amcold^{F Am F}

Cali^Amfornia, Ari^Fzona, I ^Amharvest your ^Fcrops Well, its ^CNorth up to ^FOregon to ^Cgather your ^E7hops Dig your ^Ambeets from the ^Fground, cut the ^Amgrapes from the vine To set on your ^Ctable your ^D7light^F___^G sparkling ^Amwine^{F Am F}

I ^Amworked in your ^Forchards of ^Ampeaches and ^Fprunes ^C I slept on the ^Fground in the ^Clight of the ^E7moon On the ^Amedge of your ^Fcity, you ^Amsee us some days We come with the ^Cdust and we'll ^D7go__^F__ ^G with the ^Amwind^{F Am F}

Green ^Ampastures of ^Fplenty from ^Amdry desert ^Fground From the ^CGrand Coulee ^FDam where the ^Cwaters run ^E7down Every ^Amstate in the ^FUnion us ^Ammigrants have been And we'll work in this ^Cfight and we'll ^D7figh^Ft___^G till we ^Amwin ^{F Am F}

It's ^Amalways we ^Frambled, ^Amthat river and ^FI All a^Clong your green ^Fvalley, I will ^Cwork till I ^E7die My ^Amland I de^Ffend with my ^Amlife, if it be 'Cause my pastures of ^Cplenty must ^D7alway^Fs___ ^G be ^Amfree^{F Am F}

It's a ^Ammighty hard ^Frow that my ^Ampoor hands have ^Fhoed My ^Cpoor feet have ^Ftraveled a ^Chot dusty ^E7road ^AmOut of your ^FDust Bowl and ^AmWestward we rolled And your deserts were ^Chot and your ^D7moun^Ftains^G were ^Amcold^{F Am F Am}