This Land

God Blessed America
This Land is Your Land

By Woody Guthrie
written February, 1940

This land is your land, this land is my land
From [the] California to the [Staten] New York 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.]

Photographs

Sacramento Tent City, Oakland Foreclosure Auction

Salton Sea

Mississippi and New Orleans

Sleeping on the Street

Fort Bragg

New York City

Moscow Bus Windows

Russia

Point Reyes

Hawaii - Part 1

Hawaii - Part 2

California Coast

Southwest - Part 1

Southwest - Part 2

Southwest - Part 3

Prairie - Part 1

Prairie - Part 2

London

photographs and stories by David Bacon © 1990-

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