text: Man walks along the railroad track
  Hes goin some place and theres no turnin back
  The Highway Patrol chopper comin up over the ridge
  Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
  The shelter line stretchin around the corner
  Welcome to the New World Order
  Families sleepin in their cars out in the Southwest
  No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest
  And the highway is alive tonight
  Nobodys foolin nobody as to where it goes
  Im sitting down here in a campfire light
  Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad
  He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin bag
  The preacher lights up a bud and takes a drag
  Hes waitin for the time when the last shall be first, and the first shall be last
  In a cardboard box neath the underpass
  With a one-way ticket to the promised land
  With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
  Lookin for a pillow of solid rock
  Bathin in the citys aqueducts
  And the highway is alive tonight
  Nobodys foolin nobody as to where it goes
  Im sittin down here in the campfire light
  With the ghost of old Tom Joad
  Now Tom said
  Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin a guy
  Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
  Wherever theres a fight against blood and hatred in the air
  Look for me, Ma, Ill be there
  Wherever somebodys strugglin for a place to stand
  For a decent job or a helpin hand
  Wherever somebody is strugglin to be free
  Look in their eyes, Ma, youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  Youll see me
  And the highway is alive tonight
  Nobodys foolin nobody as to where it goes
  Im sittin down here in the campfire light
  With the ghost of Tom Joad