This Land Is Your Land, This Land

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

All You Can Write Is What You See.

This Land Is Your Land, This Land Is My Land

I Got Started In Oklahoma. That's Where I Was Born. Population Down There Is One-third Indians, One-third Negroes And One-third White People.

As I Went Walking That Ribbon Of Highway I Saw Above Me The Endless Skyway I Saw Below Me The Lonesome Valley This Land Was Made For You And Me.