Well, it's always we ramble, this river and I All along your green valleys, I work till I die My land I'll defend with my life need it be 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in this union us migrants have been Lord, we come with the dust and we go with the wind
California, Arizona, I harvest your crops Then it's on up North to Oregon to gather your hops Dig the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine Just to place on your table your that light, sparkling wine
Well, it's always we ramble, this river and I All along your green valleys, I work till I die My land I'll defend with my life need it be 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
Compositor: Woody Guthrie (Woodrow Wilson Guthrie) (BMI)Editores: Ludlow-music Inc (BMI), Essex Music International Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2004 (08/Dez) e lançado em 2004 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #1092908 e fonograma #1217374 em 03/Mai/2024