And he was always there when the unions gave a call
And he got on board when the sailors had to sail
For now he's bound for a glory all his own
He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same
And now he's bound for a glory all his own
But so few remember what he was fightin' for
And now he is bound for glory
Oh, why sing the songs and forget about the aim?
And its pastures of plenty wrote the dust bowl balladeer
He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls
And now he is bound for glory
He saw all the people that needed to be seen
Now they sing out his praises on every distant shore
He said all the words that needed to be said
And this land is your land, he wanted us to hear
Deportees live on through the power of his pen
And now he's bound for a glory all his own
And now he's bound for a glory all his own
He wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rails
And he always stood his ground when a smaller man would run
And now he's bound for a glory all his own
He did all the jobs that needed to be done
And now he is bound for glory
Planted all the grass where it needed to be green
He fed all the hungry souls that needed to be fed
And now he is bound for glory
And the risin' of the unions will be sung about again
