I Ain't A Communist Necessarily, But I

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

My Eyes Has Been My Camera Taking Pictures Of The World And My Songs Has Been My Messages That I Tried To Scatter Across The Back Sides And Along The Steps Of The Fire Escapes And On The Window Sills And Through The Dark Halls.

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

Life Has A Habit Of Not Staying Hitched. You Got To Ride It Like You Find It.

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