Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
As I went walking ribbon of a highway
I saw above me there's a golden skyway
I saw below me endless valley
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the red-wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was strolling the sun come shining
With the wheat-fields waving
And the dust-clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice come a-singing
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the red-wood forest to the Carribean waters
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and I've rambled, followed my footsteps
All along the sands of her diamond deserts
And as I rambled a voice come a-chanting
This land was made for you and me
Nobody living can make me turn back
Cuz I go a-walking this freedom highway
Nobody living can make me go back
This land was made for you and me