This land is your land, 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 went a-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 rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; All around me a voice was a-sounding, This land was made for you and me. There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me, The sign was painting, it said “Private Property” But on the back side it didn't say nothing, This land was made for you and me. When the sun comes 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 red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. -Woody Guthrie . . . . our land, 2018. 24”x30”, spray paint and acrylic on canvas.
