Bob Lusk, Your verses go with this one. I think they all came from THE BOSSES SONGBOOK from that great era. Word was that it was written by Dave Van Ronk at the time, but he never got credit for that in the book I don't think. Could be he didn't want the credit. On the cover were the words: Songs To Stifle The Flames Of Discontent. Also was a drawing of a drooling and ravenous wolf sitting on the backs of the crushed workers.

As I went walking that endless breadline,
My loandlord gave me a one week deadline,
And the Daily Worker ran a better headline,
This land is not for you and me.

This land is their land--it is not our land,
From the plush apartments to the Cadillac car land,
From the Wall Street offices to the Hollywood star land,
TThis land is not for you and me.

Once I heard a kid in a Chicago schoolyard sing it this way:

...
This land was made for you and me---and my R.C.,
Me and my R.C.

The above was a parody of both "This Land Is Your Land" and an R.C. (Royal Crown Cola commercial of the seventies.

Pete Seeger once sent me an article he'd written that included these verses:

As I was walking that Hudson River,
I saw around me that tow'ring timber,
I saw beneath me all New York's litter,
Still this land was made for you and me.
(by Jean Wilcox--Illinois)

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I heard the buzzing of a hundred chain saws,
And the redwoods falling and the loggers calling,
This land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and followed the beer cans,
From the toxic cities to the flooded canyons,
And all around were billboards reading,
This land...

The sun came shining but the hazes hid it,
And cloaked the factories and the cars that did it,
As the smog was drifting a cough came hacking,
This land... (by Jerry J. Smith)

These schools are your schools--these schools are my schools,
From Elementary to Senior High Schools,
From city ghettos to suburban meadows,
This land...
(by Jimmy Collier of the Freedom Singers--New York City--'69)

This river is your river--this river is my river,
She'll return to us as much as we all give her,
She needs our love more than gold or silver,
This land...
(by Pete Seeger on the Hudson River Sloop Clearwater)

As I went walking the oilfield coastline,
Along the beaches the fish were choking,
The smoke kept rolling--the population growing,
This land...
(by Country Joe MacDonald)

I come a long way here--I got a long way to go yet,
I got things to learn here--I got seeds to sow yet,
So many sisters and brothers we still don't know yet,
This land...
(by Pete Seeger)

This land is you land, but it once was my land,
Before we sold you Manhattan Island,
You pushed my nation to the reservation,
This land was stole by you from me.
(ANONYMOUS)

Art Thieme