This land is [G]your land, this land is [D]my land
From Cali[A]fornia to the New York [D]island,
From the redwood [G]forest to the Gulf [D]Stream waters;
[A]This land was made for you and [D]me.
As I was [G]walking that ribbon of [D]highway
I saw a[A]bove me that endless [D]skyway;
I saw be[G]low me that golden [D]valley;
[A]This land was made for you and [D]me.
I've [G]roamed and rambled and I followed my [D]footsteps
To the sparkling [A]sands of her diamond [D]deserts;
And all a[G]round me a voice was [D]sounding;
[A]This land was made for you and [D]me.
Was a high [G]wall there that tried to [D]stop me
A sign was [A]painted said: Private [D]Property,
But on the [G]back side it didn't say [D]nothing
[A]This land was made for you and [D]me.
When the sun came [G]shining, and I was [D]strolling,
And the wheat fields [A]waving and the dust clouds [D]rolling,
As the fog was [A]lifting a voice was [D]chanting:
[A]This land was made for you and [D]me.
This land is [G]your land, this land is [D]my land
From Cali[A]fornia to the New York [D]island,
From the redwood [G]forest to the Gulf [D]Stream waters;
[A]This land was made for you and [D]me.
