As I went walking the ribbon a highway
saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me the Golden Valley
sing it out now this land was made
In the diamond of the redwood forest
This land was made for you and me,
from California to New York Island,
this land was made for you and me.
Now some of you are singing just beautiful,
but we need a little harmony.
All the high tenors, and all the basses,
and the contra mezzo -sopranos.
Everybody got it getting on us.
If there's anybody who's not singing,
oh, people say, who are you?
This land was made for you and me.
This land was made for you and me.
Was a great high wall there,
Was a great big sign there,
This land was made for you an d me
I think Woody would be glad to know
that people are making up new verses
I've heard verses in Spanish
there ought to be verses in
and Italian and Polish and Yiddish
and Choctaw and Cherokee an
You ever hear this verse,
before we sold you Manhattan Island.
This land was stole by you from me.
Now, there was a friend of mine,
a fine young black singer
singing this in Washington,
D .C. back in 1968 in the Poor People's Campaign.
We were singing it together.
Up comes old Henry Crow Dog
from the Sioux Indian delegation.
points his finger right in Jimmy's chest.
He says, hey, you're both wrong.
Jimmy stopped in the middle of the song.
He says, maybe we shouldn't
had a great sense of humor.
He says, no, if we're down here together
From California to New York Island.
Bugs and snakes and microbes,
This land was made for you an d me.
This land was made for you and me.