Ghost of Tom Joad - Solas

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks

Goin' someplace and there’s nowhere to go back

Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretchin' round the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest

No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight

Nobody’s kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I’m sittin' down here in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Takes a prayer book out of his sleeping bag

Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

He waits for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last

'neath a cardboard box in the underpass

You’ve got a one-way ticket to the promised land

You’ve got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand

Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight

But where it’s headed everybody knows

I’m sittin' down here in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

«Whenever there’s a cop beatin' a guy

Whenever a hungry newborn baby cries

Where there’s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air

Just look for me and I’ll be there

Wherever there’s somebody waitin' for a place to stand

Or a decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever there’s somebody strugglin' to be free

Just look in their eyes and you’ll see me»

The highway is alive tonight

Nobody’s kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I’m sittin' downhere in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

The highway is alive tonight

Nobody’s kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I’m sittin' downhere in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad