Letra de The Ghost Of Tom Joad - Bruce Springsteen

Men walkin� �long the railroad tracks
Goin� someplace there�s 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 nobody�s kiddin� nobody about where it goes
I�m 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
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Bathin� in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where it�s headed everybody knows
I�m sittin� down here in the campfire light
Waitin� on the ghost of Tom Joad

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

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