| 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 bridge
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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 a 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 gun in your hand
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| Sleepin' 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 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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| 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 against 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 a 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' down here in the campfire light
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| Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad |