Well you look just like General Custer on the day of his last stand Heading up into the black hills glorious and grand I saw it by your side a map in your hand Heading up into the rain singing "This land is your land"
Now I've seen your dust a-rising and I've seen your numbers swell I've seen you crossing the badlands and I've heard your captains yell I've watched you when you're sleeping I've seen you filling up your can Thinking as you work that this land is your land
But now you're bursting into my country you're messing up my fields You're playing games with my holy places you're tearing the earth with your wheels Right now your star is ascending and your head is bursting with pride But I wonder if Custer was still singing â€œThis land is my landâ€? when he died
Was he still singing â€œthis is my landâ€? when he died was he singing that it's my land when he died Was he singing when he died was he singing when he died Was he singing it's my land when he died when he died Was he singing when he died