Karaoké The Ghost of Tom Joad Bruce Springsteen

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks

Goin' some place and there's no goin' back

Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleepin' in their cars in the Southwest

No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight

Nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag

Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

Waitin' 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

Bathin' in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight

Where it's headed everybody knows

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said mom wherever there's a cop beatin' 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

Where there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand

Or a decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free

Look in their eyes mom you'll see me

Well the highway is alive tonight

Nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad