I have no spare change and I have not the time for your melodies
And here while you sit, the world is passing you by
And here you sing of peace and the
Wild like the frontier's still out there
But if we buried our guns in the earth we'd all die by the sword
Oh everything's been bought and sold and bought and sold again
Dreams won't pay your taxes, and dreams won't feed your children
Dreams don't make the world go, dreams don't make the world go round
Go make a man of yourself, and put your stake in the ground
Turn the tree to timber, turn the earth to brick
Push the savage from the land with empty promises
Oh make a man of yourself, and put that ol' guitar down
For the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few
And son your promised land will not be handed to you
Oh everything's been bought and sold and bought and sold again
Dreams won't pay your taxes, and dreams won't feed your children
Dreams don't make the world go, dreams don't make the world go round
Go make a man of yourself, and put your stake in the ground
Oh I asked you not for change and I asked you not for scorn
And you can hold my pity, for I was not just born
And you can hold the treasures that divide and destroy
Oh I know everything's been bought and sold and bought and sold again
Take what is Caesar's, but you will not touch my children
For the kingdom of heaven is hidden in a field
And though you pillage and plunder, for you it is concealed
For you cannot rob what your eyes cannot see
And you cannot love when your heart is not free
So make a man of yourself
And become like a child