This land is your land, this land is my land
form California to the New York Island
from the red-wood forest to the Gulf-Stream waters
this land was made for you and me
 
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that endless valley
this land was made for you and me
 
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
all round me a voice was sounding :
this land was made for you and me
 
When the sun came shining, then I was strolling
and the whear fields waving, and the dust couds rolling
a voice was chanting as fog was lifting
this land was made for you and me
 
In the squares of the city by the shadow of the steeple
near the relief office I saw my people
and some were stumbling and some were wondering if
this land was made for you and me
 
As I went rumbling that dusty highway
I saw a sigh that said private property
but on the other side it didn't say nothing
this land was made for you and me
 
Nobody living can ever stop me
as I go walking my freedom highway
nobody living can make me turn back
this land was made for you and me