Written by Phil Ochs
verse 1 G D He walked all over his own growin' land, D C G From the New York island to the California sand. C G He saw all the people that needed to be seen, D C G Planted all the grass where there needed to be green.verse 2 G D He wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rails, D C G and he got on board when the sailors had to sail. C G He said all the words that needed to be said, D C G He fed all the hungry souls that needed to be fed.Am D G And now he's bound for glory all his own, Am D G and now he’s bound for glory.verse 3 G D He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls, D C G And he was always there when the unions gave a call. C G He did all the jobs that needed to be done, D C G And he always stood his ground when the smaller man would run.Am D G And now he's bound for glory all his own, Am D G and now he’s bound for glory.verse 4 G D And it’s “Pastures of Plenty” wrote the Dust Bowl balladeer, D C G and “This Land is Your Land”, he wanted us to hear. C G And the risin' of the unions will be sung about again, D C G and the “Deportees” live on through the power of his pen.Am D G And now he's bound for glory all his own, Am D G and now he’s bound for glory.Verse 5 G D Now they sing out his praises on every distant shore, D C G But so few remember what he was fightin' for. C G Oh, why sing the songs and forget about the aim? D C G He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same?Am D G And now he's bound for glory all his own, Am D G and now he’s bound for glory.Am D G And now he's bound for glory all his own, Am D G and now he’s bound for glory.
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