“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”

—  Woody Guthrie

"Pastures of Plenty" (1941)

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American singer-songwriter and folk musician 1912–1967

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