This Land is your Land 
this Land is my Land 
from California 
to the Boston Harbor 
from the Redwood forest 
to the Gulf stream waters 
this Land was made for you and me 
As I went rambling that ribbon of highway 
I saw above me a polluted skyway 
I saw below me a congested highway 
This Land was made for you and me 
On Sunday morning in the shadow of the steeple 
by the welfare office I see my people 
They stood there hungry, I stood there screaming 
This Land was made for you and me 
Nobody out there can ever stop me 
when I go walking that Freedom highway 
Nobody out there could ever make me turn 
This Land was made for you and me 
As I went walking I saw a sign there 
and on the sign it  
said no trespassing 
But on the other side it said nothing 
that side was made for you and me!