[00:00.000] 作词 : Public Domain
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Public Domain
[00:24.350]It’s a mighty hard row that my poor hands poed
[00:30.700]My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:38.280]Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we roll
[00:42.010]And your desert was hot and mountain was cold
[01:06.740]I’ve worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
[01:11.750]Slept on the ground in the light of the moon
[01:17.380]On the edge of your city you’ve seen us and then
[01:21.050]We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[01:27.840]California and Arizona ,I make all your crops
[01:32.310]And it’s north up to Oregon to gather your hops
[01:37.300]Dig the beets from your ground , cut the grapes from your vines
[01:40.960]To set on your tables your light sparkling wine
[01:47.800]Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:51.440]From the Grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
[01:56.900]Every state in the union us migrants have been
[02:00.230]We work in this fight, and we fight till we win
[02:05.630]Well, it’s always we ramble, that river and I
[02:09.260]All along your green Valley I’ll work till I die
[02:14.000]My land I’ll defend with my life, if it be
[02:17.610]Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free