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Was A Great High Wall There That Tried To Stop Me. Was A Great Big Sign There Said Private Property But On The Back Side It Didn't Say Nothing. That Side Was Made For You And Me.

One Day We'll All Find Out That All Of Our Songs Was Just Little Notes In A Great Big Song!

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.

Life's Pretty Tough . . . You're Lucky If You Live Through It.

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.