The Ghost of Tom Joad (Springsteen on Broadway)

Men walkin' along the railroad tracks Goin' some place, there's no goin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretching around the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest No home, no job, no peace, no rest [Chorus] Well, the highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad [Verse 2] He pulls a prayer book out of his sleepin' 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 You got a one way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct [Chorus] Well, the highway is alive tonight Where it's headed, everybody knows I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad [Verse 3] Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me, Mom, I'll be there Wherever somebody's fightin' for a place to stand Or a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes, Mom, you'll see me" [Chorus] Well, the highway is alive tonight Where it's headed, everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad