| This land is your land, this land is my land,
|
| From California to the New York Island,
|
| From the redwood forrest to the gulfstream 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.
|
| This land is …
|
| I roamed and rambled, and I followed my footsteps,
|
| To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
|
| All around me a voice was sounding,
|
| This land was made for you and me.
|
| This land is …
|
| When the sun come shining, then I was strolling,
|
| And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
|
| A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting,
|
| This land was made for you and me.
|
| This land is …
|
| In the squares of the city by the shadow of the steeple
|
| Near the relief office I saw my people
|
| And some were stumbling and some were wondering if
|
| This land was made for you and me.
|
| This land is …
|
| As I went rumbling that dusty highway
|
| I saw a sign that said private property
|
| But on the other side it didn’t say nothing
|
| This land was made for you and me.
|
| This land is …
|
| Nobody living can ever stop me
|
| As I go walking my freedom highway
|
| Nobody living can make me turn back
|
| This land was made for you and me. |