Any Fool Can Make Something

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.

You Oil Field Workers, Come And Listen To Me I'm Goin' To Tell You A Story About Old John D. That Company Union Made A Fool Out Of Me. That Company Union Don't Charge No Dues It Leaves You A-singing Them Rockefeller Blues. That Company Union Made A Fool Out Of Me. Takes That Good Ole C.i.o., Boys To Keep That Oil A-rollin', Rollin' Over The Sea. Takes That Good Ole C.i.o., Boys To Keep That Oil A-rollin' Over The Sea.

The Words Are The Important Thing. Don't Worry About Tunes. Take A Tune, Sing High When They Sing Low, Sing Fast When They Sing Slow, And You've Got A New Tune.

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.

I Have Decided Long Ago That My Songs And Ballads Would Not Get The Hugs And Kisses Of The Capitalistic Experts.