Some men rob you with a six-gun -- others rob you with a fountain pen.

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.

Take it easy, but take it.

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.

Some men rob you with a six-gun -- others rob you with a fountain pen.

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

I would like to see every single soldier on every single side, just take off your helmet, unbuckle your kit, lay down your rifle, and set down at the side of some shady lane, and say, nope, I aint a gonna kill nobody. Plenty of rich folks wants to fight. Give them the guns.