| This land is your land, this land is my land form California to the New York Island from the red-wood forest to the Gulf-Stream waters this land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that endless valley this land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts all round me a voice was sounding : this land was made for you and me When the sun came shining, then I was strolling and the whear fields waving, and the dust couds rolling a voice was chanting as fog was lifting this land was made for you and me In the squares of the city by the shadow of the steeple near the relief office I saw my people and some were stumbling and some were wondering if this land was made for you and me As I went rumbling that dusty highway I saw a sigh that said private property but on the other side it didn't say nothing this land was made for you and me Nobody living can ever stop me as I go walking my freedom highway nobody living can make me turn back this land was made for you and me |
