调：D major•
Verse 1
D
Bm
D
poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled
a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and
westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and
Verse 2
Slept on the ground in
the light of your moon
On the edge of the city
you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we
D
Verse 3
California and Arizona,
I make all your crops
And 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
Verse 4
dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam
where the waters run down
Every state in this Union us
migrants have been
你觉得这首歌曲怎么样？
您需要，才能留下评分。
全球流行和弦
所有用户中最常弹奏的和弦和谱子