As through this world I ramble
I see lots of funny men.
Some rob you with a six-gun,
Some with a fountain pen.
But as through this life you travel,
As through your life you roam,
You will never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.
Civilization is spread more by singing than by anything else, because whole big bunches can sing a particular song where not every man can join in on the same conversation. A song ain't nothing but a conversation fixed up to where you can talk it over and over without getting tired of it.
I ain't a Communist, necessarily. But I been in the red all my life.
If we would just take the profit out of war, there wouldn't be any.
Maybe I should talk to you about fascism. It is a big word and it hides in some pretty little places. It is nothing in the world but greed for profit and greed for the power to hurt and make slaves out of the people. But fascism can no more control the world than a bunch of pool hall gamblers and thugs can control America. Because all of the laws of man working in nature and history and evolution say for all human beings to come always closer and closer together.
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 musical and ideological miscarriages to compare our song of freedom to--
We'd not have any opposite to compare our music with--
and like the drifting wind, hitting no obstacle, we'd never know its speed, its power.
This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright # 154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don't give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do.
You might say that Wall Street is the street that keeps you off Easy Street.