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CCBAAm
CIt's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have Amhoed
CMy poor feet have traveled a hot dusty Amroad
COut of your Dust Bowl and Westward we Amrolled
CAnd your deserts were hot and your mountains were Amcold
CCalifornia, Arizona, I harvest your Amcrops
CWell its North up to Oregon to gather your Amhops
CDig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your Amvine
CTo set on your table your light sparkling Amwine
CI worked in your orchards of peaches and Amprunes
CI slept on the ground in the light of the Ammoon
CEvery state in the Union us migrants have Ambeen
We'll work in this Cfight and we'll fight till we Amwin
CI slept on the ground in the light of the Ammoon
CI worked in your orchards of peaches and Amprunes
CWherever your crops are, I'll lend you my Amhand
CI'll ramble all over your green growing Amland
CGreen pastures of plenty from dry desert Amground
CFrom the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run Amdown
CEvery state in the Union us migrants have Ambeen
CWe come with the dust and we go with the Amwind
CIt's always we rambled, that river and AmI
CAll along your green valley, I will work till I Amdie
CThis land I'll defend with my life if neeAmd be
Cause my Cpastures of plenty must always be Amfree
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