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The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed. And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us. And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours. Theirs, The Wasted Songs Of A Superstitious Nightmare. And Without Their Music And Ideological Miscarriages To Compare Our Songs Of Freedom To, We'd Not Have Any Opposite To Compare Music With - - And Like The Drifting Wind, Hitting Against No Obstacle, We'd Never Know Its Speed, Its Power.

All Of You Cowboys, Fight For Your Land.

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

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.

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