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« The ghost of tom joad »
Bruce Springsteen
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
