If you beat up, you butcher and you bleed a man
If you bang up and badger and bloodlet a man
And then I come along on the feet of man
And half way laugh and cry about the meat of man
And I do what I can to bale, string and tie some ballad truths up
Cured out for the feed of man
And folks try to tell me that it’s on God’s orders
That you bleed your man
It's on God's good word that you bleed your man
On God’s plan print that you dead a man
Or spit and curse and whip your man
I say I’ll help you squeeze and fix yourself
Up a new kind of a God of some kind
One that tells you fertilyze and multyplye
One that tells you
Outsow and outblow
Outplant and outgrow
Outdo and outrun, and outclimb, and outspread
Every other tree and bush
And brushyfruits and flower petals
Outfruit them all for the feed of man
Out stalk and out hunt and out think
For God’s own sweet sake out think !
Out think ! Out think the fruits
Outgrow these animal kind and shapes of man !
If you miss and go down
Your dust will turn up on that long hot job
Once more again
To help in the feeding and the seed of man
And not in the bleeding and the end of man

Words : Woody Guthrie
Music : Jeff Tweedy