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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed Webseitenerstellung Bonn My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled Klebefolien Langenfeld Your desert was hot and your mountains were cold Nachrichten Boulevard I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes I've slept on the ground in the light of your moon monrose songtexte On the edge of your city you've seen us and then We come with the dust and we go with the wind Briefpapier Visitenkarten
California, arizona, i make all your crops Basteln Ostern Then north up to oregon to gather your hogs Pull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine Eierwärmer Anleitung To set on your table your light, sparkling wine Weihnachten Bildschirmschoner Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the grand coulee dam where the water runs down Sanierungsobjekte Every state in this union us migrants have been We'll work in your fight and we'll fight til we win
Well it's always we ramble that river and i All along your green valley i'll work til i die My land i'll defend with my life if need be Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
