This Land Is Made For You And

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.

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.

The Note Of Hope Is The Only Note That Can Help Us Or Save Us From Falling To The Bottom Of The Heap Of Evolution, Because, Largely, About All A Human Being Is, Anyway, Is Just A Hoping Machine.

All Of You Cowboys, Fight For Your Land.

Left Wing, Chicken Wing, It Don't Make No Difference To Me.