Some Men Rob You With A Six-gun

The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed. And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us. And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours. Theirs, The Wasted Songs Of A Superstitious Nightmare. And Without Their Music And Ideological Miscarriages To Compare Our Songs Of Freedom To, We'd Not Have Any Opposite To Compare Music With - - And Like The Drifting Wind, Hitting Against No Obstacle, We'd Never Know Its Speed, Its Power.

I Am Out To Sing Songs That Will Prove To You That This Is Your World And That If It Has Hit You Pretty Hard And Knocked You For A Dozen Loops, No Matter What Color, What Size You Are, How You Are Built, I Am Out To Sing The Songs That Make You Take Pride In Yourself And In Your Work. And The Songs That I Sing Are Made Up For The Most Part By All Sorts Of Folks Just About Like You.

Nobody Living Can Ever Stop Me. As I Go Walking My Freedom Highway. Nobody Living Can Make Me Turn Back. This Land Was Made For You And Me.

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."

I Got Started In Oklahoma. That's Where I Was Born. Population Down There Is One-third Indians, One-third Negroes And One-third White People.