verse 1 
G                      D 
He walked all over his own growin' land, 
D                               C          G 
From the New York island to the California sand. 
   C                       G 
He saw all the people that needed to be seen, 
D                                 C            G 
Planted all the grass where there needed to be green. 


[Refrão]
 
    Am       D         G 
And now he's bound for glory all his own, 
Am           D         G 
and now he’s bound for glory. 

verse 2 
   G                        D 
He wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rails, 
D                            C              G 
and he got on board when the sailors had to sail. 
   C                       G 
He said all the words that needed to be said, 
   D                             C            G 
He fed all the hungry souls that needed to be fed. 


[Refrão]
 
    Am       D         G 
And now he's bound for glory all his own, 
Am           D         G 
and now he’s bound for glory. 

verse 3 
   G                          D 
He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls, 
D                                C             G 
And he was always there when the unions gave a call. 
   C                     G 
He did all the jobs that needed to be done, 
    D                                   C                 G 
And he always stood his ground when the smaller man would run.   


[Refrão]
 
    Am       D         G 
And now he's bound for glory all his own, 
Am           D         G 
and now he’s bound for glory. 

verse 4 
         G                              D 
And it’s “Pastures of Plenty” wrote the Dust Bowl balladeer, 
D                                C            G 
and “This Land is Your Land”, he wanted us to hear. 
        C                            G 
And the risin' of the unions will be sung about again, 
        D                               C            G 
and the “Deportees” live on through the power of his pen. 


[Refrão]
 
    Am       D         G 
And now he's bound for glory all his own, 
Am           D         G 
and now he’s bound for glory. 

Verse 5 
         G                       D 
Now they sing out his praises on every distant shore, 
D                        C               G 
But so few remember what he was fightin' for. 
    C                         G 
Oh, why sing the songs and forget about the aim? 
   D                                C                 G 
He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same? 


[Refrão]
 
    Am       D         G 
And now he's bound for glory all his own, 
Am           D         G 
and now he’s bound for glory.