All of you cowboys, fight for your land.
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
Some men rob you with a six-gun -- others rob you with a fountain pen.
This land is made for you and me.
I have decided long ago that my songs and ballads would not get the hugs and kisses of the capitalistic experts.
I like to write about wherever I happen to be.