This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream water,
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 golden valley
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
O’er the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
While all around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.

When the [bad word] shinning and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
That land was made for you and me.