Pastures of Plenty
Woody Guthrie 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 mountain was cold

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground in the light of your 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 and Arizona, I make all your crops
And 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 this Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

Well, 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 it be
'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

Overall Meaning

In Woody Guthrie's song "Pastures of Plenty," he is sharing his firsthand experiences as a migrant worker during the Great Depression. The song begins with a sense of exhaustion in the opening lines, "It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed/ My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road." Guthrie is describing the physical strain of the work he had to undertake and the long, difficult journey to make it to California and Arizona. He mentions that the deserts in those areas were hot and the mountains were cold.


Guthrie goes on to describe the different types of work he did as a migrant worker. He sings, "I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes/ Slept on the ground in the light of your moon." He worked in the fields and slept on the ground while on the outskirts of the city. The song highlights the need for migrant workers, but also shows the conditions they had to endure.


Guthrie uses his platform to remind everyone that the working class deserves better. The song's final line, "My land I'll defend with my life if it be/ 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free," is a powerful statement of the workers' rights movement. In summation, "Pastures of Plenty" is a powerful song that speaks to the struggle of migrant workers during the Great Depression, and it continues to hold relevance for those fighting for social justice today.


Line by Line Meaning

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
I have worked hard in difficult conditions.


My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
I have endured long and uncomfortable journeys.


Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled
I left the impoverished Dust Bowl region and traveled towards the west.


And your deserts were hot and your mountain was cold
The climate of the west was harsh and varied.


I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I labored in the fields picking fruit.


Slept on the ground in the light of your moon
I slept outside under the moonlight.


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


We come with the dust and we go with the wind
We are migrant workers who move from place to place to find work.


California and Arizona, I make all your crops
I work in the fields of California and Arizona to harvest crops.


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


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


To set on your table your light sparkling wine
The produce I gather is used to create the wine served at your table.


Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From arid land, I produce bountiful harvests.


From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
I work near the Grand Coulee Dam, where water is abundant.


Every state in this Union us migrants have been
Migrant workers like me have traveled to every state in the US.


We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
We will continue to labor and struggle until we achieve our goals.


Well, it's always we rambled, that river and I
I have traveled frequently along rivers.


All along your green valley, I will work till I die
I will continue to work in the fields until I am no longer able.


My land I'll defend with my life if it be
I will protect and fight for the land that I work on and love.


'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
The land that provides my livelihood must remain accessible to me and others like me.




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

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@iansingsiansings2101

Started seasonal work 50 years ago,
a working holiday you might say.
Had a few jobs in towns,
they don't last long before I get bored
and start feeling hemmed in.
Only ever been to Australia since when I came here 69 yrs ago.
Sometimes flood, sometimes dry.
Good to be in the fields with nature.
"In the pastures of plenty I'll live till I die."



@hilarynoble7955

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 mountain was cold
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground in the light of your 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 and Arizona, I make all your crops
And 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



@Martinvdzzz

Been a migrant since I was a kid. Worked and continue to work every summer in the pacific northwest picking raspberries, blueberries, strawberries. It's hard work but its humbling and satisfying to see the migrants work so hard to provide for themselves but most importantly for their families. I've seen many people from several countries, and many whom do not speak a hint of English triumph. It's like the lyrics from the song plane wreck at los gatos :

"Some of us are illegal
And others not wanted
Our work contract's up
And we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers, like thieves"



@OrdinaryVids

The key is in "D", but the few tricks he plays are in "C." The only real embellishment
a hammer-on the d string. Below Guthrie's version are the chords it is most often played to.


Capo: 2nd Fret

C
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
G C
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
G
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

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A nice idea here is to add a simple bass part: C /B Am /! C

C Am
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
C Am
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
C Am
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
C Am
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold



All comments from YouTube:

@adrianmiller6641

I grew up in Okemah, Oklahoma, where this guy is from. They have a water tower that says its the home of Woody Guthrie and they have a Woody Guthrie festival every year

@NotBatman101

I bet they don’t even know that he was a socialist

@jonascaid5911

They also changed the festival from a free festival to a charge to camp, charge to listen festival. It started as something Woody would be proud of and has become something he'd be so disappointed in he'd write a song. I'm also from Okemah. Fuck everyone who went against his wishes.

@joshb8976

That fucking vocal melody is so incredible. He's just playing one chord most of the song. This is a very clever song. American music is so amazing.

@TheSilverNightingale

He actually appropriated that melody from the traditional song "Pretty Polly."

@hansvandermeulen5515

@@TheSilverNightingale and a reworked version by Peter Tevis with arrangement by Ennio Morricone became the basis for the main theme of A Fistful of Dollars.

@TheSilverNightingale

@@hansvandermeulen5515 oh very interesting! I will check that out! I love knowing how folk, traditional and classical music sometimes evolve into popular music.

@user-wi1de8mv8x

One of my favourite travelling songs when driving alone across the Australian outback

@lprice7247

Dudes one of the best poets ever.

@bundleaxe1922

The way the words mingle and build on each other. It's beautiful.

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