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This land is your land, this land is my landFrom [the] California to the [Staten] New York Island,From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters,[God blessed America for me.]As I went walking that ribbon of highwayAnd saw above me that endless skyway,And saw below me the golden valley, I said:[God blessed America for me.]I roamed and rambled and followed my footstepsTo the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,And all around me , a voice was sounding:[God blessed America for me.]Was a high wall there that tried to stop meA sign was painted said: Private Property,But on the back side it didn't say nothing[God blessed America for me.]When the sun come shining, then I was strollingIn wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling;The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:[God blessed America for me.]One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steepleBy the Relief Office I saw my peopleAs they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if[God blessed America for me.] From Letras Mania