Bound for Glory (Phil Ochs)

Lyrics

He walked all over his own growin' land

From the New York island to the California sand

He saw all the people that needed to be seen

Planted all the grass where there needed to be green

And now he's bound for a glory all his own

And now he is bound for glory

He wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rails

And he got on board when the sailors had to sail

He said all the words that needed to be said

He fed all the hungry souls that needed to be fed

He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls

And he was always there when the unions gave a call

He did all the jobs that needed to be done

And he always stood his ground when a smaller man would run

And its Pastures of Plenty wrote the dustbowl balladeer

And This Land is Your Land, he wanted us to hear

And the risin' of the unions will be sung about again

The Deportees live on through the power of his pen

Now they sing out his praises on every distant shore

But so few remember what he was fightin' for

Oh why sing the songs and forget about the aim?

He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same?