“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.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.”
- “This Land Is Your Land”
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
http://rider49er.blogspot.com Mark D [EX500]
First 4th of july spent abroad. There’s something very surreal about drinking Coors Light and singing the national anthem in a country you used to drop fire on.
‘MERICAH!
slowtire
Bet they still take our money, use our military, want our help in disaters, etc.
AMERICA!
10/10ths
…and lust after our women, fly our jumbo jets, drive our cars….and want to move to the land of the big BX.
Archer
Charred meat- nope. Hell that stuff’s dangerous, y’know.
Rode motorcycle-check.
Blew stuff up- well, the use of Tannerite and steel-core ammo is temporarily banned in my region due to extreme fire danger. Had to be content with shooting at paper targets that don’t go bang, but the primers and powder count.