| Well I roll down that ribbon of highway,
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| I saw above me the endless sky,
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| I saw below me the golden valley,
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| This land was made for you and me.
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| Well I 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 callin'
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| They said 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 islands,
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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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| Well the sun was shining, so I went strollin'
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| And the wheat fields wavin' and the dust clouds rollin'
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| And a voice was soundin' and the fog was liftin'
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| The voice said 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 islands,
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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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| I said hey Mister President,
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| I wanna talk about the government,
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| All about poverty, that’s in our souls,
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| What about the welfare,
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| Mister it seems like you don’t care,
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| I know this land was made for you and me.
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| I said hey Mister President,
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| Wanna talk about the government,
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| And what about the poverty, that’s in our souls,
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| Hey, hey, hey, what about the welfare,
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| Mister it seems like you don’t care,
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| And I know that this land was made for you and me.
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey Mister President,
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| I wanna talk about the government,
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| Oh now what about the poverty, that’s deep inside our souls,
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| No now tell me don’t you give a damn about the welfare,
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| 'Cause Mister it seems like you just don’t care,
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| I know this land was made for you and me |