Men walk along the railroad tracks Goin' someplace and there's no going back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretch round the corner Oh, welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in cars in the southwest No home, no job, no peace, no rest
Highway is alive tonight Nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
He takes a prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag He waits for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last 'neath a cardboard box in the underpass You've got a one-way ticket to the promised land You've got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct
Highway is alive tonight Nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
"Whenever there's a cop beatin' a guy Whenever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Just look for me and I'll be there Wherever there's somebody waitin' for a place to stand Or a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever there's somebody strugglin' to be free Just look in their eyes and you'll see me"
Highway is alive tonight Nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
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