Woody Guthrie Lyrics
Woody Guthrie Lyrics
"Pastures Of Plenty Lyrics"
Cold Lyrics
I will do without The spaces in between If you can tell me now What it means to be You have been found out
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
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunesSong For A Star Lyrics
Words and music by Adams and Gaudin This is a song for a star If you really are a star Here is a song for you all
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I slept on the ground in the light of the moonI will do without The spaces in between If you can tell me now What it means to be You have been found out
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
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Words and music by Adams and Gaudin This is a song for a star If you really are a star Here is a song for you all
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets
Sleestak Lyrics
Super Cassanova He's on the road again Eye'n the sheep honey won't you be my friend? Sign up ahead ..it re
from your ground, cut the grapes from your vineSuper Cassanova He's on the road again Eye'n the sheep honey won't you be my friend? Sign up ahead ..it re
To set on your table your light sparkling wine
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
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Your Days Are Numbered Lyrics
(Porter Howell/Dwayne O'Brien) (Track 6 - Time 3:29) She cries and tells me she needs your love And that's she's
l work in this fight and we'll fight till we win(Porter Howell/Dwayne O'Brien) (Track 6 - Time 3:29) She cries and tells me she needs your love And that's she's
It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free