This Land Is Your Land, This Land

Some Men Rob You With A Six-gun -- Others Rob You With A Fountain Pen.

Now As Through This World I Ramble, I See Lots Of Funny Men, Some Rob You With A Six Gun, And Some With A Fountain Pen.

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.

Love Is The Only Medicine I Believe In.

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.