Is this land is your land?
No, this is the government's land,
From California to the New York island,
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters;
This land was made for government's purpose.
As I was walking that government's highway
I saw above me that endless tax way,
I saw below me the regulation valley;
Long live the government's regulating hand!
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding;
Increase government's control!
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land belongs to our government!
As I went walking I saw a sign there,
And on the sign it said "Government's property"
But on the other side it also said "Government's property",
Both sides were made by government.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the government's office I seen my people;
As they stood there complaining, I stood there saying
Is this land your land? No, its not!
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking the government's highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for government's purpose.
