Rage Against the Machine - The Ghost of Tom Joad lyrics
[Rage Against the Machine - The Ghost of Tom Joad lyrics]
Man walks along the railroad track
He's goin' some place and
There's 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
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm 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
He's 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 city's aqueducts
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm 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 there's a fight against blood
And hatred in the air
Look for me, Ma, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's 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, you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad
He's goin' some place and
There's 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
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm 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
He's 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 city's aqueducts
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm 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 there's a fight against blood
And hatred in the air
Look for me, Ma, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's 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, you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
You'll see me you'll see me
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad