The Ghost of Tom Joad - Bruce Springsteen/Tom Morello

Lyrics by：B. Springsteen

Composed by：B. Springsteen

Men walking along the railroad tracks

Going someplace and there's no going back

Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretching around the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleeping in the cars in the southwest

No home no job no peace no rest

Well the highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes

I'm sitting down here in the campfire light

Searching for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag

Preacher lights up a butt and he 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 a gun in your hand

Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock

Bathing in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight

Where it's headed everybody knows

I'm sitting down here in the campfire light

Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now 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 somebody's fighting for a place to stand

Or a decent job or a helping hand

Wherever somebody's struggling to be free

Look in their eyes Ma and you'll see me

Well the highway is alive tonight

But where's kidding everybody goes

I'm sitting down here in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Well 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

With the ghost of old Tom Joad

With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Joad