Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
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It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have
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hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.
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Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your
deserts were hot and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your crops were,
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I've lent you my hands.
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On the edge of your city you'll see me and then,
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I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
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Verse 2
California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then
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it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
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Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your
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vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine.
Verse 3
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Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from
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the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down
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Every state in the Union this migrant has been.
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I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley,
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I'll work 'til I die.
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And I'll travel this road until death sets me free for
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my pastures of plenty must always be green.
Verse 4
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I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
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