Pastures of Plenty - Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

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

California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Well its 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