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Men walking along the railroad tracks Going someplace there's no going back Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretching round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleeping 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 Searching for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls 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 You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathing in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight But where it's headed everybody knows I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where 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 decent job or a helping hand Wherever somebody's struggling to be free Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me." The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad Get This Ringtone

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