Men walkin' 'long 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 stretchin' round the corner. Welcome to the new world order. Families sIeepin' 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 sitting down here in the campfire light. Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad. He pulls 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. Got a one way ticket to the promised land. You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand. sleeping on a pillow of solid rock. Bathing in the city aqueduct. The highway is alive tonight. But 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 new born 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 pIace 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.". The highway is alive tonight. But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes. I'm sitting down here in the campfire light. Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad.