This is your land, laid out in your hand,
This is your land.
Wherever I go, way down here I know,
This is your land.

Oh churches and steeples, big city people,
I wanna know something to hold.
Walk down the track, to the old railroad track,
I wanna leave something to see.

This is your land, laid out in your hand,
This is your land.
Wherever I go, way down here I know.
This is your land.

Money can't buy me,
Money can't buy me,
I've got time.
Time is on my side.

You don't know what you've got till the whole thing's gone,
The days are dark and the road is long.
And when you walk away, the hope is gone,
Tell me what is right, and what is wrong.
Is this the way it was planned?

This is your land, take it in your hand,
This is your land.
Wherever I go, way down here I know.
This is your land, take it in your hand,
This is your land.
Wherever I go, way down here I know,
This is your land.