Lyrics:
It's A Mighty Hard Row My Poor Hands Have Hoedmy Poor Feet Have Travelled This Hot Dusty Roadout Of Your Dustbowl And Westward We Roamthrough Deserts So Hot And Through Mountains So Coldi've Wandered All Over Your Green Growing Landwherever Your Crops Are, I'll Lend You My Handon The Edge Of Your Cities, You'll See Me And Theni Come With The Dust And I'm Gone With The Windcalifornia, Arizona, I've Worked On Your Cropsand Northward Up To Oregon To Gather Your Hopsi've Dug Beets From The Ground, I've Cut Grapes From The Vineto Set At Your Table That White Sparkling Winegreen Pastures Of Plenty From The Dry Desert Groundfrom The Grand Coolie Dam Where The Waters Run Downin Every State Of This Union We Migrants Have Beenwe Work On The Land And We'll Fight Until We Winit's Always We Ramble, That River And Iall Along Your Green Valleys I'll Work Till I Dietravel This Road Until Death Sets Me Freebecause Pastures Of Plenty Must Always Be Free