There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
    Sign was painted, it said private property;
    But on the back side it said nothing
    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?