D A7He walked all over his own growin' land DFrom the New York i
sland to the California sand G DHe saw all the people that needed to be seenA7
G DPlanted 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 gloryHe wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rail
sAnd he got on board when the sailors had to sailHe said all the words that needed to be saidHe fed all the hungry souls tha
t needed to be fed(chorus)He sang in our streets and he sang in our hallsAnd he was always there when the unions gave a ca
llHe did all the jobs that needed to be doneHe always stood his ground when a smaller man would run(chorus)And its Pasture
s of Plenty wrote the dustbowl balladeerAnd This Land is Your Land, he wanted us to hearAnd the risin' of the unions will be
sung about againAnd the Deportees live on through the power of his pen(chorus)Now they sing out his praises on every dista
nt shoreBut so few remember what he was fightin' forOh why sing the songs and forget about the aim?He wrote them for a reaso
n, why not sing them for the same(chorus)