Bound for Glory (Phil Ochs) He walked all over his own growing land From the New York isle to the California sand He saw all the people that needed to be seen Planted all the grass where it needed to be green And now he is bound for a glory all his own How 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 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 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 rising of the unions will be sung about again And 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 fighting for Oh why sing the songs and forget about the man He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same Note: Och's tribute to Woody Guthrie Copyright Appleseed Music Recorded by Ochs on All the News that's Fit to Print DC
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