This Land of Plenty

[Verse 1]
In this land of plenty
We've got mountains, we've got sky
Our fortunes are many
We've got rivers running by
We've got canyons and valleys
And the legend of Joe Hill
We got the ramblin' Woody Guthrie
Whose songs we're singin still

[Verse 2]
In this land of plenty
We've got the healthy and the sick
Our cures are many
We can fix you right up quick
If you need some helpin' and don't got the blue cross card
Lay down your grave, boy
'Cause your health'll be falling hard

[Verse 3]
In this land of plenty
We've got the rich and we've got the poor
Go to school if you got money
If you don't, you go to war
We'll ship you off to boot camp
Then we'll send you off to fight
You might be wounded in battle
Your chance of livin' might be slight

[Verse 4]
In this land of plenty
We've got the worker, we've got the boss
Demands are many
And your life may be the cost
You'll try and form a union
To pay a family bill
They'll move the corp to China
To keep their pockets filled

[Verse 5]
You'll shrug your shoulders slightly
As you pass the beaten buck
And you'll raise your glass a' plenty
To those down on their luck