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My Eyes Has Been My Camera Taking Pictures Of The World And My Songs Has Been My Messages That I Tried To Scatter Across The Back Sides And Along The Steps Of The Fire Escapes And On The Window Sills And Through The Dark Halls.

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.

You Can't Write A Good Song About A Whorehouse Unless You've Been In One.

A Folk Song Is What's Wrong And How To Fix It Or It Could Be Who's Hungry And Where Their Mouth Is Or Who's Out Of Work And Where The Job Is Or Who's Broke And Where The Money Is Or Who's Carrying A Gun And Where The Peace Is.

You Oil Field Workers, Come And Listen To Me I'm Goin' To Tell You A Story About Old John D. That Company Union Made A Fool Out Of Me. That Company Union Don't Charge No Dues It Leaves You A-singing Them Rockefeller Blues. That Company Union Made A Fool Out Of Me. Takes That Good Ole C.i.o., Boys To Keep That Oil A-rollin', Rollin' Over The Sea. Takes That Good Ole C.i.o., Boys To Keep That Oil A-rollin' Over The Sea.