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 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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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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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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Well 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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With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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The Ghost Of Tom Joad
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Bruce Springsteen |