This Land Is Our Land Redux - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

From San Francisco to Rhode Island

We hear an ached voice saying it’s our land

And we do thank you for your gift given

We take your highways, hack them to ribbons

Wad bits of ribbon, stuff them in our ears

Block out the voices calling you and me

Our voices, our cannons

We’ll shout it to the sky

Our voices will make this, will make this

Make this our land!

From Corpus Christi to North Dakota

Good people chanted that it’s all over

With broken ribbons, we filled the valleys

Because they’re endless we soak up the Gulfstream

Grab ribbon highways into our cannons

We aim and fire, engulf our sky

Our voices, our cannons

We’ll shout 'em to the sky

Our voices, will make this, will make this

Make this our land!

Make this our land!

We make this our land!

Just as they told us

There’s one more river

You’re doing more after New York City

Yes, New York City

There is a steeple

Shadowed with people

No endless skyways

No redwood forests

No golden valleys

This land is for us

Our voices, our cannons

We’ll shout them to the sky

Our voices, we’ll make this

We’ll make this, make this our land

Make this our land!