歌曲 | The Ghost of Tom Joad |
歌手 | Bruce Springsteen |
专辑 | The People Speak |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks | |
Goin' someplace there's no goin' 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 | |
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light | |
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad | |
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag | |
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag | |
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last | |
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass | |
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land | |
You got a hole in your belly and 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 | |
Now Tom said 'Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy | |
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries | |
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air | |
Look for me Mom I'll be there | |
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand | |
Or decent job or a helpin' hand | |
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free | |
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me.' | |
The highway is alive tonight | |
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light | |
With the ghost of old Tom Joad |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Men walkin' ' long the railroad tracks | |
Goin' someplace there' s no goin' 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 | |
But nobody' s kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
I' m sittin' down here in the campfire light | |
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad | |
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag | |
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag | |
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last | |
In a cardboard box ' neath the underpass | |
Got a oneway ticket to the promised land | |
You got a hole in your belly and 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 | |
Now Tom said ' Mom, wherever there' s a cop beatin' a guy | |
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries | |
Where there' s a fight ' gainst the blood and hatred in the air | |
Look for me Mom I' ll be there | |
Wherever there' s somebody fightin' for a place to stand | |
Or decent job or a helpin' hand | |
Wherever somebody' s strugglin' to be free | |
Look in their eyes Mom you' ll see me.' | |
The highway is alive tonight | |
But nobody' s kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
I' m sittin' downhere in the campfire light | |
With the ghost of old Tom Joad |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Men walkin' ' long the railroad tracks | |
Goin' someplace there' s no goin' 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 | |
But nobody' s kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
I' m sittin' down here in the campfire light | |
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad | |
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag | |
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag | |
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last | |
In a cardboard box ' neath the underpass | |
Got a oneway ticket to the promised land | |
You got a hole in your belly and 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 | |
Now Tom said ' Mom, wherever there' s a cop beatin' a guy | |
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries | |
Where there' s a fight ' gainst the blood and hatred in the air | |
Look for me Mom I' ll be there | |
Wherever there' s somebody fightin' for a place to stand | |
Or decent job or a helpin' hand | |
Wherever somebody' s strugglin' to be free | |
Look in their eyes Mom you' ll see me.' | |
The highway is alive tonight | |
But nobody' s kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
I' m sittin' downhere in the campfire light | |
With the ghost of old Tom Joad |