by Woody Gutherie – SHEET MUSIC
:: Pair with “You are my Sunshine“
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As I went [G] walking that ribbon of [C] highway, I saw [D7] above me that endless [Em] skyway. I saw [G] below me that golden [C-Am] valley. [D7] This land was made for you and [G] me
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[ CHORUS ] – – – – – This land is [G] your land and this land is [C] my land. From Cali- [D7] -fornia to the New York [Em] island. From the redwood [G] forest to the Gulf Stream [C-Am] waters; [D7] This land was made for you and [G] me
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I roamed and [G] rambled and followed my [C] footsteps, to the sparkling [D7] sands of her diamond [Em] deserts. And all [G] around me a voice was [C-Am] sounding [D7] This land was made for you and [G] me
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The sun was [G] shining, and I was [C] strolling. And the wheat fields [D7] waving and the dust clouds [Em] rolling. The voice was [G] chanting as the fog was [C-Am] lifting. [D7] This land was made for you and [G] me
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by Woody Gutherie – SHEET MUSIC
:: Pair with “You are my Sunshine“
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As I went (C) walking that ribbon of [C] highway, I saw (G7) above me that endless (Am) skyway. I saw (C) below me that golden (F-Dm) valley. (G7) This land was made for you and (C) me
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[ CHORUS ] – – – – – This land is (C) your land and this land is [C] my land. From Cali- (G7) -fornia to the New York (Am) island. From the redwood (C) forest to the Gulf Stream (F-Dm) waters; (G7) This land was made for you and (C) me
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I roamed and (C) rambled and followed my [C] footsteps, to the sparkling (G7) sands of her diamond (Am) deserts. And all (C) around me a voice was (F-Dm) sounding (G7) This land was made for you and (C) me
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The sun was (C) shining, and I was [C] strolling. And the wheat fields (G7) waving and the dust clouds (Am) rolling. The voice was (C) chanting as the fog was (F-Dm) lifting. (G7) This land was made for you and (C) me
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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND 1940 |
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND,
THIS LAND IS MY LAND, FROM CALIFORNIA,
TO THE NEW YORK ISLAND,
FROM THE REDWOOD FOREST,
TO THE GULF STREAM WATERS;
THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME.
AS I WAS WALKING,
THAT RIBBON OF HIGHWAY,
I SAW ABOVE ME,
THAT ENDLESS SKYWAY.
I SAW BELOW ME, THAT GOLDEN VALLEY;
THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME.
I ROAMED AND I RAMBLED,
AND I FOLLOWED MY FOOTSTEPS,
TO THE SPARKLING SANDS,
OF HER DIAMOND DESERTS.
WHILE ALL AROUND ME,
A VOICE WAS SOUNDING;
THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME.
WHEN THE SUN CAME SHINING,
AND I WAS STROLLING,
AND THE WHEAT FIELDS WAVING,
AND THE DUST CLOUDS ROLLING.
A VOICE WAS CHANTING,
AS THE FOG WAS LIFTING;
THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME.
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND,
THIS LAND IS MY LAND,
FROM CALIFORNIA,
TO THE NEW YORK ISLAND,
FROM THE REDWOOD FOREST,
TO THE GULF STREAM WATERS;
THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME.
