I Ain't A Communist Necessarily, But I

Take It Easy, But Take It.

This Machine Kills Fascists.

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.

Now As I Look Around, It's Mighty Plain To See, This World Is Such A Great And A Funny Place To Be. Oh, The Gamblin' Man Is Rich, An' The Workin' Man Is Poor, And I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore.

As I Went Walking That Ribbon Of Highway I Saw Above Me The Endless Skyway I Saw Below Me The Lonesome Valley This Land Was Made For You And Me.