Let me be known as just the man that told you something you already knew.

You can't write a good song about a whorehouse unless you've been in one.

My eyes has been my camera taking pictures of the world and my songs has been my messages that I tried to scatter across the back sides and along the steps of the fire escapes and on the window sills and through the dark halls.

This land is your land, this land is my land

I better quit my talking 'cause I told you all I know But please remember, pardner, wherever you may go The people are building a peaceful world, and when the job is done, That'll be the biggest thing that man has ever done.

Nobody living can ever stop me. As I go walking my freedom highway. Nobody living can make me turn back. This land was 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.