Life's Pretty Tough . .

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

It's A Folk Singer's Job To Comfort Disturbed People And To Disturb Comfortable People

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

This Land Is Your Land, This Land Is My Land

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.