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