This Land Is Made For You And

You Oil Field Workers, Come And Listen To Me I'm Goin' To Tell You A Story About Old John D. That Company Union Made A Fool Out Of Me. That Company Union Don't Charge No Dues It Leaves You A-singing Them Rockefeller Blues. That Company Union Made A Fool Out Of Me. Takes That Good Ole C.i.o., Boys To Keep That Oil A-rollin', Rollin' Over The Sea. Takes That Good Ole C.i.o., Boys To Keep That Oil A-rollin' Over The Sea.

I Got Started In Oklahoma. That's Where I Was Born. Population Down There Is One-third Indians, One-third Negroes And One-third White People.

I Worked In Your Orchards Of Peaches And Prunes. I Slept On The Ground In The Light Of The Moon. On The Edge Of The City You'll See Us And Then, We Come With The Dust And We Go With The Wind.

Anyone Who Used More Than Three Chords Is Just Showing Off.

This Land Is Your Land, This Land Is My Land