This land is your land, this land is my land From California, well, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters I tell you, This land was made for you and me
As I went walking down that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway Now I saw below me that golden valley And I sad: This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking, they try to stop me, They put up a sign that said, it said "Private Property." Well, on the back side, you know it said nothing! So, it must be that side was made for you and me.
One bright sunny morning, well, In the shadow of a steeple; Down by the relief office, I'd saw my people. You know, they stood hungry, I stood wondering, I was wondering if this land was made for you and me?
This land is your land, this land is my land From rivers of California, to the Staten Island Well, oh, down to Georgia, don't forget to say Philadelphia, oh we moving down to Missisipy, use to Texas or LA, you know,This land is your land, this land is my land. This land is your land You've got to believe, This my land This land was made for you and me