Some Men Rob You With A Six-gun

I Am Out To Sing Songs That Will Prove To You That This Is Your World And That If It Has Hit You Pretty Hard And Knocked You For A Dozen Loops, No Matter What Color, What Size You Are, How You Are Built, I Am Out To Sing The Songs That Make You Take Pride In Yourself And In Your Work. And The Songs That I Sing Are Made Up For The Most Part By All Sorts Of Folks Just About Like You.

All Of You Cowboys, Fight For Your Land.

Life's Pretty Tough . . . You're Lucky If You Live Through It.

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.

I Would Like To See Every Single Soldier On Every Single Side, Just Take Off Your Helmet, Unbuckle Your Kit, Lay Down Your Rifle, And Set Down At The Side Of Some Shady Lane, And Say, Nope, I Aint A Gonna Kill Nobody. Plenty Of Rich Folks Wants To Fight. Give Them The Guns.