This land is your land, this land is my land

I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that.

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

The world is filled with people who are no longer needed -- and who try to make slaves of all of us -- and they have their music and we have ours.

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.

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

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