All You Can Write Is What You

Now As I Look Around, It's Mighty Plain To See, This World Is Such A Great And A Funny Place To Be. Oh, The Gamblin' Man Is Rich, An' The Workin' Man Is Poor, And I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore.

If We Fix It So's You Can't Make Money On War, We'll All Forget What We're Killing Folks For.

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.

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

This Land Is Made For You And Me.