Flatt & Scruggs - "Pastures Of Plenty" Chords
Tempo:
102.55 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have rowed,
My poor feet I've traveled one hot dusty road.
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rode,
And your deserts was hot [A] and your mountains [D] was cold.
I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes,
I've 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, Arizona, we make all your pride,
Planets up north to Oregon, together you'll hobble.
Take the beets from your ground, pick the grapes from your vine,
To place on your table [A] your light [D] sparkling moon.
Green pastures up in it from dry desert ground,
From the Grand Coulee down where the waters run down.
Ever stayed in this union, us migrants have been.
We come with the dust [A] and we go [D] with the wind.
Well it's always we ramble, this river and I.
All your green valleys I'll work till I die,
My land I'll defend with my life need it be.
For my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free.
Yes my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free.
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have rowed,
My poor feet I've traveled one hot dusty road.
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rode,
And your deserts was hot [A] and your mountains [D] was cold.
I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes,
I've 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, Arizona, we make all your pride,
Planets up north to Oregon, together you'll hobble.
Take the beets from your ground, pick the grapes from your vine,
To place on your table [A] your light [D] sparkling moon.
Green pastures up in it from dry desert ground,
From the Grand Coulee down where the waters run down.
Ever stayed in this union, us migrants have been.
We come with the dust [A] and we go [D] with the wind.
Well it's always we ramble, this river and I.
All your green valleys I'll work till I die,
My land I'll defend with my life need it be.
For my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free.
Yes my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free.
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have rowed,
_ _ My poor feet I've traveled one hot dusty road. _ _
_ _ Out of your dust bowl and westward we rode,
_ _ _ And your deserts was hot [A] and your mountains [D] was cold. _ _
_ I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes,
_ _ _ I've 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, Arizona, we make all your pride,
_ _ _ _ Planets up north to Oregon, together you'll _ _ hobble.
Take the beets from your ground, pick the grapes from your vine,
_ _ To place on your table [A] your light [D] sparkling moon. _
_ _ Green pastures up in it from dry desert ground,
_ _ _ From the Grand Coulee down where the waters run _ down.
Ever stayed in this union, us migrants have been.
_ _ _ We come with the dust [A] and we go [D] with the wind. _
_ _ _ _ _ Well it's always we ramble, this river and I. _ _
_ _ All your green valleys I'll work till I die,
_ _ My land I'll defend with my life need it be. _
_ For my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free.
_ Yes my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have rowed,
_ _ My poor feet I've traveled one hot dusty road. _ _
_ _ Out of your dust bowl and westward we rode,
_ _ _ And your deserts was hot [A] and your mountains [D] was cold. _ _
_ I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes,
_ _ _ I've 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, Arizona, we make all your pride,
_ _ _ _ Planets up north to Oregon, together you'll _ _ hobble.
Take the beets from your ground, pick the grapes from your vine,
_ _ To place on your table [A] your light [D] sparkling moon. _
_ _ Green pastures up in it from dry desert ground,
_ _ _ From the Grand Coulee down where the waters run _ down.
Ever stayed in this union, us migrants have been.
_ _ _ We come with the dust [A] and we go [D] with the wind. _
_ _ _ _ _ Well it's always we ramble, this river and I. _ _
_ _ All your green valleys I'll work till I die,
_ _ My land I'll defend with my life need it be. _
_ For my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free.
_ Yes my pastures are plenty, [A] must always [D] be free. _ _ _ _ _
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