As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And saw above me that endless skyway,
And saw below me the goldenvalley, I said:

I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
And all around me, a voice was sounding:

Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said: Private Property,
But on the back side it didn't say nothing -

When the sun came shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving, and dust clouds rolling;
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:

One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the Relief Office I saw my people -
As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if
God Blessed America for me.

Original copy of this song

Woody G._______
N.Y.,N.Y.,N.Y.
Feb. 23, 1940
43rd st & 6th Ave.,
Hanover House