Tonight my bag is packed Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks That will lead me across the border Tomorrow my love and I Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
For 15 years Le Bin Son fought side by side with the Americans In the mountains and deltas of vietnamin '75 Saigon fell and he left his command And brought
"Every cloud has a silver lining, every dog has his day." She said "Now don't stay nothin' If you don't have something nice to say The tough now they
He lay his blanket underneath the freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can And headed through Balboa Park Where
Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife Walked the clean and narrow Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive Got a job at the rendering plant
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 a prayer
I threw my robe on in the morning Watched the ring on the stove turn red Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee Pulled on my boots and made the bed
I got my discharge from Fort Irwin Took a place on the San Diego county line Felt funny bein' a civilian again It'd been some time My wife had died
He rode the rails since the Great Depression Fifty years out on the skids He said "You don't cross nobody You'll be all right out here kid." Left
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am." She crossed her legs and then We made some small
Miguel came from a small town in northen Mexico He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago They crossed at the river levee when
here in this place in my mind walked back into town today faces were new since I'd been away dirt tracks on a dusty road mules and tom joad Will I
Joade the rodeo clown The bull gored old Joade with his terrible old horns Then stomped and mauled him around One of my buddies dragged me away but Joade
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 a prayer book out
highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad
parole. After four long years on a man killing charge, Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, poor boy, Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road. Tom Joad
