[00:14.860]This land is your land
[00:17.095]This land is my land
[00:19.715]From California
[00:22.041]To the New York island
[00:24.598]From the red wood forest
[00:26.972]To the Gulf Stream waters
[00:29.851]This land was made for you and me
[00:36.049]As I was walking that ribbon of highway
[00:40.626]I saw above me that endless skyway
[00:46.501]I saw below me that golden valley
[00:52.134]This land was made for you and me
[01:14.537]I've roamed and rambled
[01:17.050]And I followed my footsteps
[01:19.425]To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
[01:24.034]All around me a voice was sounding:
[01:29.071]This land was made for you and me
[01:34.958]The big hight wall there
[01:37.360]the pale just stop me
[01:39.657]Sign was pained "the Private property"
[01:44.205]But on the back side it didn't say nothing
[01:49.276]This land was made for you and me
[01:55.034]When the sun came shining
[01:57.284]And I was strolling
[01:59.848]And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
[02:04.985]A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
[02:10.087]This land was made for you and me
[02:14.829]This land is your land
[02:16.965]This land is my land
[02:19.632]From California
[02:21.641]To the New York island
[02:24.029]From the red wood forest
[02:26.001]To the Gulf Stream waters
[02:28.916]This land was made for you and me

This land is your land
This land is my land
From 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 was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled
And I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me
The big hight wall there
the pale just stop me
Sign was pained "the Private property"
But on the back side it didn't say nothing
This land was made for you and me
When the sun came shining
And I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California
To the New York island
From the red wood forest
To the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me