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inscription: I hate a song that makes you think that you / are not any good. I hate a song that makes you t/ hink that you are just born to lose. Bound to / lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because / you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim / too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck / or hard traveling. / I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. / I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty / hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what / color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your / work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most / part by all sorts of folks just about like you. / I could hire out to the other side, the big money side. / And get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you''ve not got any sense at all. But / I decided a long time ago that I''d starve / to death before I''d sing any such songs as that. The radio waves adn your movies / and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow. Woodie Guthrie