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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 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. One bright Sunday morning in the shadows of the steeple By the Relief Office I seen my people; As they stood there hungry, I stood there whistling; 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. As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: This land was 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 back, This land was made for you and me. As I went walking, I saw a sign there, And 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. |
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