text: Men walkin along the railroad tracks
  Goin some place, theres 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
  Well, the highway is alive tonight
  But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
  Im sittin down here in the campfire light
  Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad
  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
  Well, the highway is alive tonight
  Where its headed, everybody knows
  Im sitting down here in the campfire light
  Waitin on the ghost of Tom Joad
  Now Tom said, Mom, wherever theres a cop beatin a guy
  Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
  Where theres a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
  Look for me, Mom, Ill be there
  Wherever somebodys fightin for a place to stand
  Or a decent job or a helpin hand
  Wherever somebodys strugglin to be free
  Look in their eyes, Mom, youll see me
  Well, the highway is alive tonight
  Where its headed, everybody knows
  Im sittin down here in the campfire light
  With the ghost of old Tom Joad