It's a folk singer's job to comfort disturbed people and to disturb comfortable people
All about a human being is, it's a great big hoping machine.
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
This machine kills fascists.
I like to write about wherever I happen to be.
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.