Am    Em F   G

[Verse]
       Am                      F          Am
It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed
                                 Em
My poor feet have travelled this hot dusty road
Am
Out of your dustbowl and westward we roam
        F                          G            Am      Em Am
Through deserts so hot and through mountains so cold

[Verse]
                            F              Am
I've wandered all over your green, growing land
                              Em
Wherever your crops are, I'll lend you my hand
       Am
On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then
  F                          G             Am      Em Am
I come with the dust and I'm gone with the wind

[Verse]
                          F              Am
California, Arizona, I've worked on your crops
                              Em
And northward up to Oregon to gather your hops
    Am
Dug beets from the ground, I've cut grapes from the vine
   F                      G               Am
To set at your table that white sparkling wine

[Instrumental]
Am
Am       Em
Am
Am       Em
Am     Em Am  x3

[Verse]
                                  F          Am
Green pastures of plenty from the dry desert ground
                                    Em
From the grand Coolie dam where the waters run down
         Am
In every state of this union we migrants have been
   F                          G              Am
We work on the land and we'll fight until we win

[Verse]
                            F         Am
It's always we ramble, that river and I
                                  Em
All along your green valleys I'll work 'til I die
Am
Travel this road until death sets me free
       F                       G         Am
'Cause pastures of plenty must always be free

[Outro]
Am    Em Am  x3
Am    Em F   G