The Note Of Hope Is The Only

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.

I Ain't A Communist Necessarily, But I Been In The Red All My Life.

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.

There's Several Ways Of Saying What's On Your Mind. And In States And Counties Where It Ain't Too Healthy To Talk Too Loud, Speak Your Mind, Or Even Vote Like You Want To, Folks Have Found Other Ways Of Getting The Word Around. One Of The Mainest Ways Is By Singing.

I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Not Any Good. I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Just Born To Lose. Bound To Lose. No Good To Nobody. No Good For Nothing. Because You Are Too Old Or Too Young Or Too Fat Or Too Slim Too Ugly Or Too This Or Too That.