words and music by Woody Guthrie
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Chorus:
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This land is your land, this land is my land
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From California, to the New York Island
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From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
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This land was made for you and me
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As I was walking a ribbon of highway
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I saw above me an endless skyway
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I saw below me a golden valley
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This land was made for you and me
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Chorus
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I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
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To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
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And all around me a voice was sounding
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This land was made for you and me
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Chorus
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The sun comes shining as I was strolling
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The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
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The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
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This land was made for you and me
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Chorus
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As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
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And that sign said - no tress passin'
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But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
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Now that side was made for you and me!
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Chorus
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In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
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Near the relief office - I see my people
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And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
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If this land's still made for you and me.
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Chorus (2x)
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This Land Is Your Land
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| Arlo Guthrie |
