Well, it's always we ramble, this river and I
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All along your green valleys, I work till I die
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My land I'll defend with my life need it be
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'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
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Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
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From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
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Every state in this union us migrants have been
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Lord, we come with the dust and we go with the wind
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California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
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Then it's on up North to Oregon to gather your hogs
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Take the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
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Just to place on your table your that light, sparkling wine
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Pastures Of Plenty
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| Alison Krauss & Union Station |
