Written by Woodie Guthrie
This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters,
this land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me, a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted that said, “Private Property”
But on the back side, it didn’t say nothin!
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining then I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice comes chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters,
this land was made for you and me
One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the Relief Office I saw my people
As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters,
this land was made for you and me
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