text: Men walking along the railroad tracks
  Going someplace, theres no going back
  Highway patrol choppers coming 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 sleeping in the cars in the southwest
  No home, no job, no peace, no rest
  Well, the highway is alive tonight
  But nobodys kidding nobody about where it goes
  Im sitting down here in the campfire light
  Searching for the ghost of Tom Joad
  He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
  Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
  Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
  In a cardboard box beneath 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
  Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
  Bathing in the citys aqueduct
  Well the highway is alive tonight
  Where its headed, everybody knows
  Im sitting down here in the campfire light
  Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad
  Now Tom said, Mom, wherever theres a cop beating 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 fighting for a place to stand
  Or a decent job or a helping hand
  Wherever somebodys struggling to be free
  Look in their eyes, Ma, and youll see me
  Well the highway is alive tonight
  But nobodys kidding nobody about where it goes
  Im sitting down here in the campfire light
  With the ghost of old Tom Joad