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 went 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 roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

While all around me a voice was sounding
Saying this land was made for you and me.


When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting, As the fog was lifting,

This land was made for you and me.

There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me.

Sign was painted, it said private property.
But on the back side it didn't say nothing.
That side was made for you and me.


In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;

As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?


Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway,
Nobody living can ever make me turn backm

This land was made for you and me.

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.