| Chorus: |
| D | G | D | |
| This land is | your land, this land is | my land, |
| A7 | D | |
| From Calif | ornia to the New York | Island, |
| G | D | |
| From the Redwood F | orests to the Gulf Stream wa | ters; |
| A7 | D | |
| This land was made for you and | me. |
| As I was walking that ribbon of highway, |
| I looked above me, there in the skyway, |
| I saw below me, the Golden Valley; |
| This land was made for you and me. |
| Chorus. |
| I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps |
| Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts, |
| And all around me this voice kept saying, |
| "This land was made for you and me." |
| Chorus. |
| As the Sun was shining, and I was strolling |
| Through the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, |
| I could feel inside me and see all around me, |
| This land was made for you and me. |
| Chorus. |