| As I went walking that ribbon of highway
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| I saw above me an endless skyway
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| I saw below me that golden valley
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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| I roamed and rambled and 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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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| 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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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
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| And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
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| And the fog was lifting and the voice was calling
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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| 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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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| 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 Oregon waters
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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| 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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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me
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| 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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| Yeah, this land was made for you and me |