This Land Is Made For You And

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.

It's Round The World I've Traveled; It's Round The World I've Roamed; But I've Yet To See An Outlaw Drive A Family From Its Home

Anyone Who Used More Than Three Chords Is Just Showing Off.

A Song Ain't Nothing But A Conversation Fixed Up To Where You Can Talk It Over And Over Without Getting Tired Of It.

I Love A Good Man Outside The Law, Just As Much As I Hate A Bad Man Inside The Law.