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Man walks along the railroad track And he's going some place, there's no going back The Highway Patrol chopper coming up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge The shelter line stretching around the corner Welcome to the New World Order Families sleeping in their cars in the Southwest No home, no job, no peace, no rest And the highway is alive tonight Nobody's fooling nobody is to where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searching for the Ghost of Tom Joad He pulls his prayer book out of a sleeping bag The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag He's waiting for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass He's gotta one way ticket to the promised land He's gotta hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathing in the cities' aqueducts And the highway is alive tonight Nobody's fooling nobody is to where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Letras de cancionesWith the Ghost of old Tom Joad Now Tom said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beating a guy Wherever a hungry new born baby cries Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me ma' I'll be there Wherever somebody is looking for a place to stand For a decent job or a helping hand Wherever somebody is struggling to be free Look in their eyes ma, you'll see me!" And the highway is alive tonight Nobody's fooling nobody is to where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of Tom Joad From Letras Mania