The Songs He Sang
Pastures of Plenty: Lyrics
As performed by Cisco Houston
Woody GuthrieAppears on:
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have traveled one hot dusty road Out of your dustbowl and westward we rode And your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold I have 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 will see us and then We come with the dust and we go with the wind California, Arizona, we make all your crops Then it's up north to Oregon to gather your hops, Dig the beets from your ground pick the grapes from your vine To place on your table your light sparkling wine Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the water run down Every state in this union us migrants has been And we'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win Well it's always we ramble this river and I All along your green valley I'll work till I die My land I'll defend with my life need it be 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free Yes my pastures of plenty must always be free
Probably my favorite performance musically from the Woody LP/CD. Eric Weissberg provides an extraordinary backdrop, and Cisco's voice and guitar are in top form. You can hear the wind in the combination of Woody's lyric, Eric's banjo and Cisco's lonesome baritone.