Esta canção relata bem a realidade do post “uns com tanto outros sem nada”:
Man
walking along the railroad tracks
Going
some place, 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 their cars in the Southwest
No
home, no job, no peace, no rest.
Well
the highway is alive tonight
But
nobody’s kidding nobody of where it goes
I’m
sitting down here in the campfire light
Searching
for the ghost of Tom Joad
He
pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher
lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waiting
for the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box ‘neath 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 aqueducts
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 old Tom Joad
Now Tom said, “Mom, wherever there’s
a cop beating a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
When 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
For a decent job or a helping hand
Wherever somebody’s struggling to be
free
Look in their eyes, ‘ma, you’ll see
me
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
Well the highway is alive tonight,
But nobody’s kidding nobody of where
it goes
I’m sitting down here in the campfire
light,
With the ghost of old Tom Joad (4X)
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