All of you cowboys, fight for your land.

Life's pretty tough . . . you're lucky if you live through it.

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.

If we fix it so's you can't make money on war, we'll all forget what we're killing folks for.

This machine kills fascists.

There's several ways of saying what's on your mind. And in states and counties where it ain't too healthy to talk too loud, speak your mind, or even vote like you want to, folks have found other ways of getting the word around. One of the mainest ways is by singing.

All of you cowboys, fight for your land.