D A7

He walked all over his own growin' land

D

From the New York island to the California sand

G D

He saw all the people that needed to be seen

A7 G D

Planted all the grass where it needed to be green



Em A D

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

Em A D

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



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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

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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

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

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

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