[00:00.000] 作词 : Woody Guthrie
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Woody Guthrie
[00:05.000]It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[00:10.000]My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[00:15.000]Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
[00:20.000]And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
[00:34.000]California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
[00:39.000]Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
[00:44.000]Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
[00:49.000]To set on your table your light sparkling wine
[01:02.000]I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
[01:08.000]I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
[01:13.000]On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
[01:18.000]We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[01:31.000]Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
[01:36.000]From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
[01:41.000]Every state in the Union us migrants have been
[01:46.000]We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
[01:59.000]It's always we rambled, that river and I
[02:04.000]All along your green valley, I will work till I die
[02:09.000]My land I'll defend with my life if it be
[02:14.000]Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
[02:28.000]It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
[02:33.000]My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
[02:38.000]Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
[02:43.000]And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold