This Land Is Your Land, This Land

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

Uncle Sam Took Up The Challenge In The Year Of '33 For The Farmer And The Factory And All Of You And Me. He Said, "roll Along Columbia. You Can Ramble To The Sea, But River While You're Ramblin' You Can Do Some Work For Me."

A Folk Song Is What's Wrong And How To Fix It Or It Could Be Who's Hungry And Where Their Mouth Is Or Who's Out Of Work And Where The Job Is Or Who's Broke And Where The Money Is Or Who's Carrying A Gun And Where The Peace Is.

As I Went Walking That Ribbon Of Highway I Saw Above Me The Endless Skyway I Saw Below Me The Lonesome Valley This Land Was Made For You And Me.

This Machine Kills Fascists.