He walked all over his own growin' land   From the New York island to the California sand   He saw all the people that needed to be seen   Planted all the grass where it needed to be green      And now he's bound for a glory all his own   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      And now he's bound for a glory all his own   And now he is bound for glory      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   And he always stood his ground when a smaller man would run      And now he's bound for a glory all his own   And now he is bound for glory      And its pastures of plenty wrote the dust bowl balladeer   And this land is your land, he wanted us to hear   And the risin' of the unions will be sung about again   Deportees live on through the power of his pen      And now he's bound for a glory all his own   And now he is bound for glory      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      For now he's bound for a glory all his own   And now he is bound for glory