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