Love Is The Only Medicine I Believe

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. Theirs, The Wasted Songs Of A Superstitious Nightmare. And Without Their Music And Ideological Miscarriages To Compare Our Songs Of Freedom To, We'd Not Have Any Opposite To Compare Music With - - And Like The Drifting Wind, Hitting Against No Obstacle, We'd Never Know Its Speed, Its Power.

Uncle Sam Took Up The Challenge In The Year Of '33 For The Farmer And The Factory And All Of You And Me. He Said, "roll Along Columbia. You Can Ramble To The Sea, But River While You're Ramblin' You Can Do Some Work For Me."

One Day We'll All Find Out That All Of Our Songs Was Just Little Notes In A Great Big Song!

I Ain't A Communist Necessarily, But I Been In The Red All My Life.

Was A Great High Wall There That Tried To Stop Me. Was A Great Big Sign There Said Private Property But On The Back Side It Didn't Say Nothing. That Side Was Made For You And Me.