Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks. Goin' someplace there's no goin' back. Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge. 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. Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock. 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 against 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 a 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.