| As I went walking that ribbon of highway | 
| I saw above me an endless skyway | 
| I saw below me that golden valley | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps | 
| To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts | 
| And all around me a voice was sounding | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| This land is your land, this land is my land | 
| From California to the New York island | 
| From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| When the sun come shining, then I was strolling | 
| And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling | 
| And the fog was lifting and the voice was calling | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| This land is your land, this land is my land | 
| From California to the New York island | 
| From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| This land is your land, this land is my land | 
| From California to the New York island | 
| From the redwood forest to the Oregon waters | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| This land is your land, this land is my land | 
| From California to the New York island | 
| From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me | 
| This land is your land, this land is my land | 
| From California to the New York island | 
| From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters | 
| Yeah, this land was made for you and me |