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The Ghost of Tom Joad
(The Ghost of Tom Joad , 1995) Men walkin´ ´long the railroad tracks Goin´ someplace there´s no goin´ back Highway patrol choppers comin´ up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line strechin´ ´round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin´ in their cars in the Southwest No home no job no peace no rest The highway is alive tonight But nobody´s kiddin´ nobody about where it goes I´m sittin´ down here in the campfire light Searchin´ for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box ´neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the Promised Land Got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathing in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Where it´s headed everybody knows I´m sitting down here at the campfire light Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad Tom said, "Mom, wherever there´s a cop beatin´ a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Wherever there´s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom I´ll be there Wherever there´s somebody fighting for a place to stand Or a decent job or a helping hand Wherever there´s somebody struggling to be free Look in their eyes Mom you´ll see me" Well the highway is alive tonight Nobody´s kidding nobody about where it goes I´m sittin´ down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad. |
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