The Ghost Of Tom Joad is one of the most popular songs of the time. The Ghost Of Tom Joad lyrics written by Bruce Springsteen. This song has sung by Bruce Springsteen
| Singer | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | The Ghost of Tom Joad |
| Released | 1995 |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
The Ghost Of Tom Joad Lyrics
Men walking along the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there’s 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
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Well, the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kidding nobody about where it goes
I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
Searching for the ghost of Tom Joad
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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 city’s aqueduct
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Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed, everybody knows
I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad
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Now Tom said, “Mom, wherever there’s a cop beating 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 somebody’s fighting for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helping hand
Wherever somebody’s struggling to be free
Look in their eyes, Ma, and you’ll see me”
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Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kidding nobody about where it goes
I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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Man walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks . . . .
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Highway patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridge . . . .
|[*Em]
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
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Shelter line stretchin’ round the corner . . . .
|[*G] |
Welcome to the new world order
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Families sleepin’ in their cars in the Southwest . . . .
|[*Em]
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
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Well, the highway is alive tonight . . . .
|[*G] [G/F]# |
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
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I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light . . . .
|[*Em]
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom Joad
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He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag . . . .
|[*G] |
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
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Waitin’ for when the last shall be first
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And the first shall be last . . . .
|[*Em]
In a cardboard box ‘neath the underpass
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You got a one-way ticket to the promised land . . . .
|[*G] |
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
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Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock . . . .
|[*Em]
Bathin’ in the city’s aqueduct
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Well, the highway is alive tonight . . . .
|[*G] [G/F]# |
Where it’s headed everybody knows
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I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light . . . .
|[*Em]
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom Joad . . .
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. . Now Tom said, . . . .
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“Mom, wherever there’s cop beatin’ a guy . . . .
|[*G] |
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
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Where there’s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air . . . .
|[*Em]
Look for me, Mom. I’ll be there . . .
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Wherever somebody’s fightin’ for a place to stand . . . .
|[*G] |
Or a decent job or a helping hand
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Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free . . . .
|[*Em]
Look in their eyes, Ma. You’ll see me” . . .
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Well, the highway is alive tonight . . . .
|[*G] [G/F]# |
Where it’s headed everybody knows
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I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light . . . .
|[*Em]
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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Well, the highway is alive tonight . . . .
|[*G] [G/F]# |
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
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I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light . . . .
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With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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