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  • 作词 : Woody Guthrie
    作曲 : Woody Guthrie
    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 your vine
    To set on your table your light, sparkling wine
    Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
    From the grand coulee dam where the water runs down
    Every state in this union us migrants have been
    We'll work in your fight and we'll fight til we win
    Well it's always we ramble that river and i
    All along your green valley i'll work til i die
    My land i'll defend with my life if need be
    Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
  • 作词 : Woody Guthrie
    作曲 : Woody Guthrie
    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 your vine
    To set on your table your light, sparkling wine
    Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
    From the grand coulee dam where the water runs down
    Every state in this union us migrants have been
    We'll work in your fight and we'll fight til we win
    Well it's always we ramble that river and i
    All along your green valley i'll work til i die
    My land i'll defend with my life if need be
    Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free