This Land is your Land

this Land is my Land

from California

to the Boston Harbor

from the Redwood forest

to the Gulf stream waters

this Land was made for you and me

As I went rambling that ribbon of highway

I saw above me a polluted skyway

I saw below me a congested highway

This Land was made for you and me

On Sunday morning in the shadow of the steeple

by the welfare office I see my people

They stood there hungry, I stood there screaming

This Land was made for you and me

Nobody out there can ever stop me

when I go walking that Freedom highway

Nobody out there could ever make me turn

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 said nothing

that side was made for you and me!