Bound For Glory - Phil Ochs

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 it 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

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

And now he is bound for glory

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 now he's bound for a glory all his own

And now he is bound for glory

And it's 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

And the Deportees live on through the power of his pen

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

And now he is bound for glory

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

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

And now he is bound for glory