Some men rob you with a six-gun -- others rob you with a fountain pen.
All of you cowboys, fight for your land.
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.
Love is the only medicine I believe in.
I have decided long ago that my songs and ballads would not get the hugs and kisses of the capitalistic experts.
Now as through this world I ramble, I see lots of funny men, Some rob you with a six gun, And some with a fountain pen.