Pastures Of Plenty
Ramblin' Jack Elliott Lyrics


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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
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
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 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 waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

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 need be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

Overall Meaning

The song "Pastures of Plenty" by Ramblin' Jack Elliott talks about the struggles of migrant workers during the Great Depression, who traveled from the Dust Bowl region of the United States to California and other Western states in search of work. The singer describes the harsh conditions that they faced during their journeys, including hot deserts and cold mountains, as well as the physical labor that they were forced to do.


The verses of the song mention specific crops that the migrant workers picked or harvested, such as peaches, prunes, hops, beets, and grapes. The singer also mentions the Grand Coulee Dam, which was a major public works project in Washington state during the Depression that provided jobs for many people.


Throughout the song, the singer emphasizes the unity and strength of the migrant workers, who come from all over the country to work together and fight for their rights. He talks about how they will continue to work and fight until they are able to achieve their goals and ensure that their "pastures of plenty" remain free.


Overall, "Pastures of Plenty" is a powerful tribute to the thousands of migrant workers who endured incredible hardships during one of the most difficult times in American history, and is a reminder of the ongoing struggles for workers' rights and social justice.


Line by Line Meaning

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
I have endured many difficult times and worked tirelessly with my hands.


My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
My feet have carried me through many hot and dusty places.


Out of your dust bowl and Westward we rolled
I left a place affected by drought and dust storms and journeyed westward.


And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
The regions I traveled through had both scorching deserts and freezing mountains.


I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I labored in your fields of ripe peaches and prunes.


I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
I slept outside on the ground under the moon's light.


On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
You can spot us on the outskirts of the city.


We come with the dust and we go with the wind
We arrive in a swirl of dust and leave just as quickly.


California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
I gather your crops in California and Arizona.


Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
I travel north to Oregon to collect your hops.


Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
I extract the sugar beets from your soil and cut the grapes from your vines.


To set on your table your light sparkling wine
So that you can enjoy your wine on your table.


Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
Lush green pastures arise from previously barren and dry desert land.


From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Water flows from the Grand Coulee Dam.


Every state in the Union us migrants have been
Migrants like me have been in every state across the United States.


We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
We will work hard and fight for our rights until we succeed.


It's always we rambled, that river and I
I have always roamed around with the river.


All along your green valley, I will work till I die
I will work tirelessly in your fertile valleys until I pass away.


My land I'll defend with my life if need be
I will protect my land with my life if necessary.


Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
Because my bountiful pastures should always remain free and accessible for everyone.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: WOODY GUTHRIE

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