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It's a mighty long row that my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have traveled a long dusty road Out of your dust bowl and westward we road Your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold I've worked on your orchards of peaches and prunes Slept on the ground by the light of your moon At the edge of your cities you will see us and then We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind California, Arizona, I made all your crops But it's north up to Oregon to harvest your hops Dig the beets from the ground, pick the grapes from your vines To set on your table your light sparkling wine When did you come to America the free Who are your ancestors, what is your creed Who is the father and the son and the we Where is the spirit that sought liberty When did you come to America Long, long before when the buffalo walked When did you hands burn like coal The thing that made this land your pride and your joy When did you come to America Letras de cancionesI came to help you grow to harvest your crops I came to build your roads your cities and your thoughts You say you don't need me, but you know what you've got This land is your land, and my land, and your land From California to the New York islands This land is my land, and your land, and my land From California to the New York islands This land is my land, and your land, and my land From California to the New York islands This land is my land, and your land, and my land, and your land too Say you're American but what does that mean You are the particle, the dust in the scheme Now that you have all the things that you want Did you ever look around and see who you forgot When did you come to America Garden of Eden, garden of rush Blank hearts and comforts, the dream for what we fought The crossroads is here now, we forget our debt too much I really don't know who I am but I will I know there's a purpose, there's a reason for me to be here still Dust is to dust, heavy memory Even if they grind me, still dust I will be This land is your land, and my land, and your land From California to the New York islands This land is your land, and my land, and your land From California to the New York islands This land is my land, and your land, and my land From California to the New York islands This land is my land, and your land, and my land, and your land too And it's always we ramble this river and I All along your green valleys I'll work til I die And this land I'll defend with my life if need be For my pastures of plenty must always be free From Letras Mania