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,
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking,
That ribbon of highway,
I saw above me,
That endless skyway,
I saw below me,
That golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled,
And I've followed my footsteps,
To the sparkling sand of her diamond deserts,
And all around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.
The sun comes shining,
As I was strolling,
The wheat fields waving,
And the dust clouds rolling,
The fog was lifting a voice came chanting,
This land was made for you and me.
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