For the last couple of days, I've been listening to KVMR radio, and enjoying the progressive attitudes here in Nevada County. Guided by the likes of Country Joe McDonald (of The Fish fame), I learn about Woody Guthrie. As part of the Smithsonian Institution's travelling exhibit, Joe McDonald crafted a tribute to Woody: This Land Is Your Land: The Life and Legacy of Woody Guthrie. If I were going to be in town, I think I'd try to see this. Alas...
If you'd like to sing along, but don't remember them from grade school, you can follow along below. (No, there will not be a bouncing ball.)
This Land Is Your Land
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 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'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:
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,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
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