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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
Take 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...
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   Take 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...
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