Bruce Springsteen Follow

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracksGoin'
someplace there's no goin' backHighway patrol
choppers comin' up over the ridgeHot soup on a
campfire under the bridgeShelter line stretchin'
'round the cornerWelcome to the new world orderFamilies sleepin' in their cars in the SouthwestNo
home no job no peace no restThe highway is alive
tonightBut nobody's kiddin' nobody about where
it goesI'm sittin' down here in the campfire
lightSearchin' for the ghost of Tom JoadHe pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bagPreacher
lights up a butt and takes a dragWaitin' for when the
last shall be first and the first shall be lastIn a
cardboard box 'neath the underpassGot a one-way
ticket to the promised landYou got a hole in your belly
and gun in your handSleeping on a pillow of solid rockBathin' in the city aqueductThe highway is
alive tonightWhere it's headed everybody knowsI'm sittin' down here in the campfire lightWaitin' on the ghost of Tom JoadNow Tom said
"Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guyWherever a hungry newborn baby criesWhere there's a
fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the airLook for
me Mom I'll be thereWherever there's somebody
fightin' for a place to standOr decent job or a
helpin' handWherever somebody's strugglin'
to be freeLook in their eyes Mom you'll see me."Well the highway is alive tonightBut nobody's
kiddin' nobody about where it goesI'm
sittin' down here in the campfire lightWith the ghost
of old Tom Joad