| 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 gulfstream waters;
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| This land was made for you and me.
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| As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
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| I saw above me an endless skyway,
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| And, down below me, a golden valley;
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| 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 gulfstream waters;
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| This land was made for you and me.
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| When the sun comes shining, and I was strolling,
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| And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
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| As the fog was lifting, a voice was chanting.
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| It told me 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 gulfstream waters;
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| This land was made for you and me.
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| (Instrumental bridge)
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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 gulfstream waters;
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| They told me this land was made for you and me. |