This Machine Kills Fascists.

I Worked In Your Orchards Of Peaches And Prunes. I Slept On The Ground In The Light Of The Moon. On The Edge Of The City You'll See Us And Then, We Come With The Dust And We Go With The Wind.

Left Wing, Chicken Wing, It Don't Make No Difference To Me.

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

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

Life Has Got A Habit Of Not Standing Hitched. You Got To Ride It Like You Find It. You Got To Change With It. If A Day Goes By That Don't Change Some Of Your Old Notions For New Ones, That Is Just About Like Trying To Milk A Dead Cow.