This Land Is Your Land

Woody Guthrie

This land is your land, this land is my land

From [the] California to the [Staten] New York Island,

From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters,

[God blessed America for me.]

As I went walking that ribbon of highway

And saw above me that endless skyway,

And saw below me the golden valley, I said:

[God blessed America for me.]



I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,

And all around me , a voice was sounding:

[God blessed America for me.]



Was a high wall there that tried to stop me

A sign was painted said: Private Property,

But on the back side it didn't say nothing --

[God blessed America for me.]



When the sun come shining, then I was strolling

In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling;

The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:

[God blessed America for me.]



One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple

By the Relief Office I saw my people --

As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if

[God blessed America for me.]