If We Fix It So's You Can't

Life's Pretty Tough . . . You're Lucky If You Live Through It.

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

I Got Started In Oklahoma. That's Where I Was Born. Population Down There Is One-third Indians, One-third Negroes And One-third White People.

A Folk Song Is What's Wrong And How To Fix It Or It Could Be Who's Hungry And Where Their Mouth Is Or Who's Out Of Work And Where The Job Is Or Who's Broke And Where The Money Is Or Who's Carrying A Gun And Where The Peace Is.

This Land Is Your Land, This Land Is My Land