| This land is your land, this land is my land
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| From California, well, to the New York island
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| From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
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| I tell ya: This land was made for you and me
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| As I went walking down that ribbon of highway
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| I saw above me, oh, that endless skyway
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| Now I saw below me that golden valley
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| And I said: This land was made for you and me
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| As I was walking, now, they tried to stop me
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| They put up a sign that said, oh, it said: Private Property
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| Well, on the back side, you know it said nothing
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| So, it must be that side was made for you and me
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| One bright sunny morning, well, in the shadow of a steeple
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| Down by the Welfare office, I saw my people
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| You know, now, they stood hungry, I stood wondering
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| I was wondering if 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 Riverside, California, oh, to Staten Island
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| Well, oh, down to Modesto, Georgia, oh, don't forget to say Philadelphia, oh
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| We moving down to Mississippi, oh, Houston, Texas, ah LA
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| Yeah, you know, ah, this land is your land, this land is my land
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| This land is your land
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| You've got to believe, this my land
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| Ooh, this land was made for you and me
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| Ooh, this land was made for you and me
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| This land, this land is your land
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| This land, this land is my land |