[00:09.33]
[00:14.72]This land is your land this land is my land
[00:19.29]From California to the New York island;
[00:24.07]From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
[00:29.40]This land was made for you and me.
[00:33.26]
[00:35.67]As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
[00:40.52]I saw above me that endless skyway:
[00:46.31]I saw below me that golden valley:
[00:51.65]This land was made for you and me.
[00:55.89]
[01:14.38]I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
[01:18.96]To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
[01:23.58]And all around me a voice was sounding:
[01:28.71]This land was made for you and me.
[01:32.50]
[01:34.20]There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
[01:39.40]Sign was painted, it said private property;
[01:43.71]But on the back side it didn't say nothing;
[01:48.85]This land was made for you and me
[01:52.03]
[01:54.75]When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
[01:59.37]And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
[02:04.26]A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
[02:09.72]This land was made for you and me.
[02:13.10]
[02:14.45]This land is your land This land is my land
[02:19.07]From California to the New York island;
[02:23.57]From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
[02:28.50]This land was made for you and me.
[02:32.20]

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;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
Sign was painted, it said 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.