Κορυφαία τραγούδια από Hungrytown
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hungrytown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Woody Guthrie
Songwriter
Στίχοι
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We work in this fight and we fight 'til we win
It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I'll work 'til I die
My land I'll defend with my life, if it be
My pastures of plenty must always be free
Writer(s): Ken Anderson, Woody Guthrie
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