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This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,
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From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.
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As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway.
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I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.
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I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
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And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."
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The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
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As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."
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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
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| Woody Guthrie |
