Woody Guthrie - This land is your land

^GThis land is ^Cyour land, this land is ^Gmy land From Cali^Dfornia to the New York ^GIsland ^G7From the Redwood ^CForest to the Gulf Stream ^Gwaters ^D7This land was made for you and ^Gme.

^GAs I went ^Cwalking that ribbon of ^Ghighway I saw ^Dabove me that endless ^Gskyway ^G7I saw ^Cbelow me that golden ^Gvalley ^D7This land was made for you and ^Gme.

^GI roamed and I ^Crambled and I followed my ^Gfootsteps To the sparkling ^Dsands of her diamond ^Gdeserts ^G7While all ^Caround me a voice was ^Gsounding ^D7This land was made for you and ^Gme.

^GWhen the sun came ^Cshining, and I was ^Gstrolling And the wheat fields ^Dwaving and the dust clouds ^Grolling ^G7A voice was ^Cchanting, As the fog was ^Glifting, ^D7This land was made for you and ^Gme.

^GAs I went ^Cwalking I saw a sign ^Gthere And on the sign it ^Dsaid "No^G Trespassing." ^G7But on the ^Cother side it didn't say ^Gnothing, ^D7That side was made for you and ^Gme.

^GIn the squares of the ^Ccity, In the shadow of a ^Gsteeple; By the relief ^Doffice, I'd seen my ^Gpeople. ^G7As they stood there ^Chungry, I stood there ^Gasking, ^D7Is this land made for you and ^Gme?

^GNobody ^Cliving can ever stop ^Gme, As I go ^Dwalking that freedom ^Ghighway; ^G7Nobody ^Cliving can ^Gmake me turn back ^D7This land was made for you and ^Gme.