Biography:
Michael Hurley is an American singer/guitarist, reportedly born December 20, 1941. He also plays the fiddle.
Hurley's debut album, First Songs, was recorded for Folkways Records in 1965 on the same reel-to-reel machine that taped Leadbelly's Last Sessions. He was "discovered" by blues and jazz historian Frederick Ramsey III, and subsequently championed by boyhood friend Jesse Colin Young, who released his 2nd & 3rd albums on The Youngbloods' Warner Bros.
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Other songs:
- Animal Song If I Could Ramble Like A Hound
- Automatic Slim And The Fat Boys
- Be Kind To Me
- Boone And Jocko
- Drivin Wheel
- Ghost Woman Blues
- Goners
- Im Getting Ready To Go
- Knocando
- Light Green Fellow
- Open Up
- Pastures Of Plenty
- Rue Of Ruby Whores
- Slurf Song
- Sweet Lucy
- Tea Song
- Werewolf
- Whiskey Willy
- Wildegeeses
- You Got To Say
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Michael Hurley's renditions of, "pastures of plenty," written by woodie guthrie
[verse 1]
D Bm D Bm
It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoed
D Bm
My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road
D Bm
Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled
D Bm G Bm
And your deserts was hot and your mountain were cold
[verse 2]
D Bm D Bm
California and Arizona, I worked all your crops
D Bm
And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hops
D Bm
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
D Bm G Bm
To set on your table your light, sparkling wine
[verse 3]
D Bm D Bm
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
D Bm
Slept on the ground in the light of your moon
D Bm
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
D Bm G Bm
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[verse 4]
D Bm D Bm
Well, it's always we rambled, that river and I
D Bm
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
D Bm
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
D Bm G Bm
'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
[verse 5]
D Bm D Bm
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
D Bm
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
D Bm
Every state in this Union us migrants have been
D Bm G Bm
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
[verse 1]
D Bm D Bm
It's a long hard row that my poor hands has hoed
D Bm
My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road
D Bm
Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled
D Bm G Bm
And your deserts was hot and your mountain were cold
[verse 2]
D Bm D Bm
California and Arizona, I worked all your crops
D Bm
And its North up to Oregon to gather harvest your hops
D Bm
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
D Bm G Bm
To set on your table your light, sparkling wine
[verse 3]
D Bm D Bm
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
D Bm
Slept on the ground in the light of your moon
D Bm
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
D Bm G Bm
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
[verse 4]
D Bm D Bm
Well, it's always we rambled, that river and I
D Bm
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
D Bm
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
D Bm G Bm
'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
[verse 5]
D Bm D Bm
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
D Bm
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
D Bm
Every state in this Union us migrants have been
D Bm G Bm
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
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