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I Swear To The Lord, I Still Can't See, Why Democracy Means, Everybody But Me.

Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold On.

Blues Had The Pulse Beat Of The People Who Keep On Going.

Misery Is When You Heard On The Radio That The Neighborhood You Live In Is A Slum But You Always Thought It Was Home.

Anyday, One Can Walk Down The Street In A Big City And See A Thousand People. Any Photographer Can Photograph These People - But Very Few Photographers Can Make Their Prints Not Only Reproductions Of The People Taken, But A Comment Upon Them - Or More, A Comment Upon Their Lives - Or More Still, A Comment Upon The Social Order That Creates These Lives.