The ghost of tom joad
par Bruce Springsteen
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Man walkin long the railroad tracks
Goin some place there´s no going back
Highway patrol choppers cornin up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin round the corner
Welcome to the new wolrd oder
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 talks a drag
Waitin´ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard book neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin in the city aquaeduct
The highway is alive tonight
Where it´s headed everybody knows
I´m sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said Mom wherever there´s cop beatin a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there´s a fight gainst blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I´ll be there
Wherever there´s somebady fightin for a place to stand
Or decent job or helping hand
Wherever somebody´s strugglin to be free
Look in their eyes, mom you´ll see me
Well 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
Goin some place there´s no going back
Highway patrol choppers cornin up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin round the corner
Welcome to the new wolrd oder
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 talks a drag
Waitin´ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard book neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin in the city aquaeduct
The highway is alive tonight
Where it´s headed everybody knows
I´m sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said Mom wherever there´s cop beatin a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there´s a fight gainst blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I´ll be there
Wherever there´s somebady fightin for a place to stand
Or decent job or helping hand
Wherever somebody´s strugglin to be free
Look in their eyes, mom you´ll see me
Well 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