Bb7    Eb                   Ab    Bb7            Eb  Eb7  D7  
       We are the Folk Song Army, Everyone of us cares.
Db7 C7                Fm                  Eb         Bb7          Eb      Bb7
We  all hate poverty, war, and unjustice, unlike the rest of your squares.
      Eb           Ab              Bb7                Eb   Eb7   D7
There are inocuous folk songs, But we regard 'em with scorn.
Db7  C7                     Fm
The folks who sing 'em have no social conscience.
        Bb7                             Eb              
(Spoken): Why, They don't even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.

D7  Gm               Dm       Gm                         Dm
If you feel dissatis-faction, Strum your frustrations, a-way.
Ab                     Eb         Fm                    G7
Some people may prefer action, But, give me a folk song any old day.
Bb7  Eb                  Ab                   Bb7                                                  Eb
The tune done have to be clever, and it don't matter if you put a couple of extra syllables into a line.
Eb7   D7   Db7   C7                       Fm                         Eb         Bb7   Eb
           It    sounds more ethnic if it ain't good English, and it don't even gotta rhyme.
                    D
(spoken):Excuse me, ryne!

    D                     Eb                                          D   Eb   D
Re-member the war against Franco? That's the kind where each of us be-longs.
                               Eb                           D7
Though he may have won all the battles, We had all the good songs.
Bb7   Eb                    Ab        Bb7                     Eb   Eb7   D7
So    join in the Folk Song Army, Gui-tars are the weapons we bring
Db7    C7                     Fm                  Eb      Bb7   Eb    Ab    Eb
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice, Ready!  Aim!  Sing!