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.”

Left wing, chicken wing, it don’t make no difference to me.

All of this talking about what’s up in the sky, or down in hell, for that matter, isn’t half as important as what’s right here, right now, right in front of your eyes. Things are tough. Folks broke. Kids hungry. Sick. Everything. And people has got to have more faith in one another, believe in each other. There’s a spirit of some kind we’ve all got. That’s got to draw us all together.

I’d give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars.

Left wing, right wing, chicken wing.

I ain’t a communist necessarily, but I been in the red all my life.

All about a human being is, it’s a great big hoping machine.

A song ain’t nothing but a conversation fixed up to where you can talk it over and over without getting tired of it.

You can’t write a good song about a whorehouse unless you’ve been in one.

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