A Music Lesson
Mentioning Woodie Guthrie’s folk song “This Land Is Your Land” in my previous column struck a chord (pun intended) with many readers. The song has a history that, like all history, is worth knowing.
The Great Depression was still restraining America’s economy in 1940, when Oklahoma-raised Guthrie had had enough of Kate Smith singing “God Bless America” repeatedly on radio. He thought that song’s cheerful vision of America inappropriate when millions were still suffering. As a protest, Guthrie wrote “This Land is Your Land” to highlight the plight of America’s workers while a fortunate few prospered.
Guthrie, a political activist who often had a sign on his guitar saying, “This machine kills fascists,” first recorded “This Land Is Your Land” in 1944 while serving in the wartime Merchant Marine. The Smithsonian Institution has a copy of the 1944 recording. The song wasn’t well known until the civil rights and anti-war protests of the 1960s when Bob Dylan; the New Christie Minstrels; Peter, Paul, and Mary; and others performed it live and released recordings. It was a huge hit and was often called the people’s national anthem. Bruce Springsteen called it “one of the most beautiful songs ever written” and gave it new life in the 1980s and beyond. He, Pete Seeger, and Seeger’s grandson sang it at President Obama’s 2009 inaugural celebration at the Lincoln Memorial.
As time passed, Guthrie and other artists altered the lyrics to improve rhyming or other lyrical issues, but the most significant change was when some artists, sponsors, and others left out entire stanzas they considered negative but were the heart of Guthrie’s original protest—an example of trying to rewrite history by omitting uncomfortable facts or viewpoints. Here are the stanzas most often performed:
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.
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 roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
While 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
A voice was chanting, as the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.
(The following stanzas are sometimes omitted.)
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.
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.
In the squares of the city in the shadow of a steeple
By the relief office, I’d seen my people
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
(song concludes by repeating the first stanza)
Most of “This Land Is Your Land” celebrates America’s natural and man-made beauty—redwood forests, wheat fields waving—but a No Trespassing sign and hungry people waiting at a relief office were realities of Guthrie’s times. For people not getting a fair share of America’s wealth, the song was a call for action: “Nobody living can ever stop me as I go walking that freedom highway.” Guthrie died in 1967, but his most famous protest lives on as an anthem for his time—and for ours.



