If You Walk Across My Camera I

I Have Decided Long Ago That My Songs And Ballads Would Not Get The Hugs And Kisses Of The Capitalistic Experts.

Let Me Be Known As Just The Man That Told You Something You Already Knew.

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

All You Can Write Is What You See.

Uncle Sam Took Up The Challenge In The Year Of '33 For The Farmer And The Factory And All Of You And Me. He Said, "roll Along Columbia. You Can Ramble To The Sea, But River While You're Ramblin' You Can Do Some Work For Me."