This Land Is Your Land Lyrics by Woody Guthrie
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This land is your land This land is my land
From 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 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 followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
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 and the fog was lifting:
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 red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
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 and the fog was lifting:
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 red wood 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 followed my footsteps    To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;    And all around me a voice was sounding:    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 and the fog was lifting:    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 red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters    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 and the fog was lifting:    This land was made for you and me.