Not a joke either

The original verses commonly left out of Woody Guthrie's immortal 'This Land Is Your Land'

One bright sunny morning, in the shadow of the steeple, 

By the relief office I saw my people,
As they stood there hungry, I stood there wondering if, 
This land was made for you and me.

Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me,
Was a great big sign that said, "Private Property,
" But on the other side, it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking my freedom highway,
Nobody living can make me turn back,
This land was made for you and me.

Maybe you've been working as hard as you're able,
But you've just got crumbs from the rich man's table,
And maybe you're thinking, was it truth or fable,
That this land was made for you and me.

Woodland and grassland and river shoreline,
To everything living, even little microbes,
Fin, fur, and feather, we're all here together,
This land was made for you and me.

This land is your land, but it once was my land,
Until we sold you Manhattan Island.
You pushed our Nations to the reservations,
This land was stole by you from me.

Posté pae Nicholas Bergery , a love of my life