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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
Green pastures
of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
California and Arizona, I make all your crops
And its North up to Oregon
to the sea
But river while you're ramblin' you can do some work for me"
Now in Washington and Oregon you hear the factories hum
Making chrome and making
they come with rice.
Oregon and Iowa are not for me,
The Colorado mountains are something you must see.
But back in California there's nothing
North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine.
Oregon, to Stone Pipe Wells, California
From Texas to Montana, from California to Maine
In the sunny days the winter snow from Arizona sand
To Cherokee
the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you
Spent some time up in Oregon, spent some time up in Maine
And each time the ones who knew me then, now they don't know my name
But there comes a time
I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free heard the Oregon timber callin' me
roll out to the sea
But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me.
Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum,
of Cucamonga
Oh oh, bitter olives in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin'
And I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon
There's a lesson or two I've learned
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
they come with rice.
Oregon and Iowa are not for me,
The Colorado mountains are something you must see.
But back in California there's nothing
can roll out to the sea
But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me.
Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum,
Colorado
Nevada y Oregon
Adiós les dice el mojado
Que se empapó de sudor
En los campos de Arizona
Fábricas de Nueva York
Me está esperando
I lived on a farm out in Iowa
I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free
Heard the Oregon timber callin' me
cities, you'll see me and then
I come with the dust and I'm gone with the wind
California, arizona, I worked on your crops
North up to oregon to gather
Ring the alarm, get on the horn and inform
Everyone from Oregon to Melbourne
That the funk phenomenon has been reborn and transformed
You coulda
Colorado
Nevada y Oregon
Adiós les dice el mojado
Que se empapó de sudor
En los campos de Arizona
Fábricas de Nueva York
Me está esperando
to oregon to gather your hogs
Pull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light, sparkling wine
Green pastures
like the state of Oregon
Algeria warmer than Arizona bring your sun lotion
Early morning class of yoga on the beach in Senegal
Ethiopia the capitol
North to Oregon to gather your hogs
Take the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
Just to place on your table your that light, sparkling
do that there?
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga, we don't care (Oregon, Utah, nigga, we don't care)
I hear they holla, how you do that there?
Roll it
to Oregon to gather your hogs
Pull the beets from your ground
Cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light
Sparkling wine green pastures
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