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.
Am D G
And now he's bound for glory all his own,
Am D G
and now he’s bound for glory.
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.