The Joads rolled away to the jungle camp, There they cooked a stew. And the hungry little kids of the jungle camp Said: Wed like to have some, too. Said: Wed like to have some, too. Now a deputy sheriff fired loose at a man, Shot a woman in the back. Before he could take his aim again, Preacher Casey dropped him in his track, poor boy, Preacher Casey dropped him in his track. They handcuffed Casey and they took him in jail; And then he got away. And he met Tom Joad on the old river bridge, And these few words he did say, poor boy, These few words he did say. I preached for the Lord a mighty long time, Preached about the rich and the poor. Us workin folkses, all get together, Cause we aint got a chance anymore. We aint got a chance anymore. Now, the deputies come, and Tom and Casey run To the bridge where the water run down. But the vigilante thugs hit Casey with a club, They laid Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey, They laid Preacher Casey on the ground. Tom Joad, he grabbed that deputys club, Hit him over the head. Tom Joad took flight in the dark rainy night, And a deputy and a preacher lying dead, two men, A deputy and a preacher lying dead. Tom run back where his mother was asleep; He woke her up out of bed. An he kissed goodbye to the mother that he loved, Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad, He said what Preacher Casey said. Everbody might be just one big soul, Well it looks that a-way to me. Everywhere that you look, in the day or night, Thats where Im a-gonna be, Ma, Thats where Im a-gonna be. Wherever little children are hungry and cry, Wherever people aint free. Wherever men are fightin for their rights, Thats where Im a-gonna be, Ma. Thats where Im a-gonna be.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 03:24:34 +0000
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