The Ghost of Tom Joad
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge
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 a 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
Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
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 against 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 a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge
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 a 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
Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
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 against 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 a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Springsteen se basó en Tom Joad, protagonista de The Grapes Of Wrath (Las Uvas de la Ira), para hacer esta maravillosa canción. El penúltimo párrafo es una cita literal de la novela :)
Buenos Días Aída, preciosa:
ResponderEliminarPor aquí todo bien, te estoy cuidando muy bien a tu maridito.
Espero que estés bien, acórdandonos mucho de tí.
Te mando muchos besitos
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Buenos días a todos :)
ResponderEliminarMi maridito se ha librado de una buena, ¡está nevando!, no mucho pero ha llegado a cuajar y todo y mañana dicen que va a ser peor.
Muchos besos.
Buenos Días otra vez Aída, como veo que está nevando y hace muchísimo frio !, si no sales y te quieres reir un rato, pásate por mi blog, que he puesto unos chistes ..jejeje y un video que espero que te guste, creo que te va a encantar, a mi me fascinó !!! se llama " Nana neném ".
ResponderEliminarBueno cómo estás ? Espero que bien, te mando muchos besitos.
Hola Aída:
ResponderEliminarLo primero es agradecerte tu visita a mi blog, en este momento que acabamos de cenar estaba hablando dee tí, cielo !!! De lo solita que debes de estar con ese frio fuera y todo cerrado por ser " El Día De Acción de Gracias ", me acuerdo mucho de tí. El pintor no se como se llama, me lo enviaron por mail, pero es un artistazo, yo me quedé boquiabierta cuando lo vi. Si lo averiguas me avisas,eh ?
Bueno cielo prontito tienes ahí a tu maridito, agotado y cansado pero feliz de estar a tu lado.
Besitos
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Aída !!! Te vas a reir un montón con una
ResponderEliminarentrada que he puesto en mi blog, se llama " EXPRESIONES DE LA VIDA DIARIA DICHAS POR UN INFORMATICO. "
Bueno me imagino que feliz con tu maridito ??
Muchos besitos para los dos.
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