FROM REAL LIFE... (Via I, ME & MYSELF) THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD By RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE [Lyrics] 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 [https://youtube/watch?v=OZH7vAuJWvk]
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 17:50:24 +0000
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