God Blessed America For Me
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From the Californias to the Staten Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters
God blessed America for me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And 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 footsteps
To 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 me
A 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 strolling
In 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 steeple
By the Relief Office I saw my people
As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if
God blessed America for me
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