Pastures Of Plenty Chords by Woody Guthrie

Tempo:
118.9 bpm
Chords used:

D

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Pastures of Plenty - Woody Guthrie chords
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[D]
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hand is told.
My poor feet has traveled a hot dusty road.
Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled, And your desert was hot and your mountains was cold.
I worked in your orchards of peaches and fruits, Slept on the ground in the light of your moon.
On the edge of your city you've seen us, And then we come with the dust and we go with the wind.
California and Arizona, I make all your crops, And it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine, To set on your table your
light sparkling wine.
Green pastures of plenty, dry desert ground, From that grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down.
Ever stayed in this union us migrants have been, We'll work [A] in this fight and we'll fight
till [D] we win.
Well it's always we ramble that river and I, All along your green valley I'll work till I die.
My land I'll defend with my life if it be, Cause my pastures of plenty [A] must always [D] be free.
Key:  
D
1321
A
1231
D
1321
A
1231
D
1321
A
1231
D
1321
A
1231
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To learn Woody Guthrie - Pastures Of Plenty chords, these are the chords to practise in sequence: D, A and D. Ease into the song by practicing at 59 BPM before reaching the track's full tempo of 119 BPM. Considering the song's key of D# Major, position your capo to suit your vocal and chord preferences.

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_ _ It's a mighty hard road that my poor hand is told.
_ _ My poor feet has traveled a hot dusty road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled, And your desert was hot and your mountains was cold. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I worked in your orchards of peaches and fruits, _ Slept on the ground in the light of your moon.
_ _ On the edge of your city you've seen us, And then we come with the dust and we go with the wind. _ _ _ _ _
California and Arizona, I make all your crops, And it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine, To set on your table your
light sparkling wine.
_ _ _ _ Green pastures of plenty, dry desert ground, From that grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down. _
Ever stayed in this union us migrants have been, We'll work [A] in this fight and we'll fight
till [D] we win. _
_ Well it's always we ramble that river and I, All along your green valley I'll work till I die.
My land I'll defend with my life if it be, Cause my pastures of plenty [A] must always [D] be free. _ _ _ _ _ _
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This song was composed by Woody Guthrie.

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