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, we've got the valleys   we've got the legend of joe hill   we got the ramblin' woody guthrie   whose songs we're singin still      in this land of plenty   we've got the healthy and the sick   our cures are many   we can fix you right up quick   but 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      in this land of plenty   we've got the rich, 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 get wounded in a battle   your chance of livin might be slight      in this land of plenty   we've got the worker and the boss   the 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      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