The Ghost Of Tom Joad — текст песни (Bruce Springsteen)

Men walkin long the railroad tracks
Goin someplace theres 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
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im 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 gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where its headed everybody knows
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Waitin on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said Mom, wherever theres a cop beatin a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where theres a fight gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom Ill be there
Wherever theres somebody fightin for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin hand
Wherever somebodys strugglin to be free
Look in their eyes Mom youll see me.

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad