The Ghost of Tom Joad Rise Against (Ft. Brian Fallon, Tom Morello & Wayne Kramer)
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A man walking long the railroad track
And going someplace, there's no going back;
Highway Patrol chopper comin' 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 their cars in the Southwest;
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
Well, the highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed, nobody knows
And I'm sitting out here in the campfire light
Searching for the Ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag;
He lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath 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
Bathing in the cities' aqueducts
Well, the highway is alive tonight;
Where it's headed, everybody knows
And I'm sitting out here in the campfire light
Waiting for the Ghost of Tom Joad
And going someplace, there's no going back;
Highway Patrol chopper comin' 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 their cars in the Southwest;
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
Well, the highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed, nobody knows
And I'm sitting out here in the campfire light
Searching for the Ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag;
He lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath 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
Bathing in the cities' aqueducts
Well, the highway is alive tonight;
Where it's headed, everybody knows
And I'm sitting out here in the campfire light
Waiting for the Ghost of Tom Joad
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