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This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York Island,
From the Redwood Forests
  to the Gulf Stream waters;
This land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I looked above me, there in the skyway,
I saw below me, the Golden Valley;
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps
Through the sparkling sands of  her diamond deserts,
And all around me this voice kept saying,
"This land was made for you and me."

As the Sun was shining, and I was strolling
Through the wheat fields waving
 and the dust clouds rolling,
I could feel inside me and see all around me,
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking, I saw a sign there;
On the sign it said NO TRESPASSING,
But on the other side it didn't say nothing
That side was made for you and me!

Nobody living can ever stop me
as I go walking that freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

I'm a-chasin' my shadow out across this roadmap
to my wheatfield waving, to my cornfields dancing.
As I go walking this wind keeps talking
This land was made for you and me.

I can see your mailbox,  I can see your doorstep
I can feel my wind rock your tip-top-treetop
All around your house there  my sunbeam whispers
This land was made for you and me.

In the squares of the city in the shadow of the steeple
near the relief office, I see my people
And some are gumblin' and some are wonderin'
if this land's still made for you and me.

/*probably not by Woody */
I've roamed and rambled and followed the beer cans
from the toxic cities to the flooded canyons
and all around me were the billboards reading
This land was made for you and me.