| This land is your land, this land is my land
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| From California, to the New York Island
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| From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
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| This land was made for you and me
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| As I was walking a ribbon of highway
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| I saw above me an endless skyway
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| I saw below me a golden valley
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| This land was made for you and me
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| I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
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| To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
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| And all around me a voice was sounding
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| This land was made for you and me
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| The sun comes shining as I was strolling
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| The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
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| The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
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| This land was made for you and me
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| As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
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| And that sign said — no tress passin'
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| But on the other side… it didn’t say nothin!
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| Now that side was made for you and me!
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| In the squares of the city — In the shadow of the steeple
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| Near the relief office — I see my people
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| And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
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| If this land’s still made for you and me. |