Lyrics Pastures of Plenty - Alison Krauss & Union Station
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
hogs
Take
the
beet
from
your
ground,
cut
the
grapes
from
your
vine
Just
to
place
on
your
table
your
that
light,
sparkling
wine
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