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Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen; There he got his 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, he met a truck driving man; There he caught him a ride.

This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land I do not want your pearly gates don’t want your streets of gold This morning I was born again and a light shines on my soul This morning I was born again, I was born again complete

This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. As I was walking that ribbon of highway, I saw above me that endless skyway: I saw below me that golden valley: This land was made for you and me.

To the rich man´s bright lodges I ride in this wind On my good horse I call you my shiny Black Bess To the playhouse of fortune to take the bright silver An gold you have taken from somebody else And as we go riding in the damp foggy midnight You snort, my good pony, and you give me your best

I went down to the fishing hole, And I set down with my fishing pole; Somethin’ grabb’d my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake. Huh it was some jump boy, I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit.

Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven, I had a little farm and I called that heaven. Well, the prices up and the rain come down, And I hauled my crops all into town – I got the money, bought clothes and groceries, Fed the kids, and raised a family. Rain quit and the wind got high, And the black ol’ dust storm filled the sky.

I stood on the stepstone when schooldays was o’er Long for the time to go by Now that it’s gone, I stand here tonight Bid this old stepstone good bye. Goodbye to my stepstone, goodbye to my home God bless the ones that I leave with a cry The field will be widening and I wil be gone To ramble this wide world alone.

On Springfield Mountain there did dwell A lovely youth I knowed him well. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo This lovely youth one day did go Down to the meadom for to mow. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo. He scarce had mowed quite round the field When a crul serpent bit his heel. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo.

Sowing on the mountain, Reaping in the valley; Sowing on the mountain, Reaping in the valley; Sowing on the moun tain, Reaping in the valley, You’re gonna reap just what you sow. God gave Noah the rainbow sign God gave Noah the rainbow sign God gave Noah the rainbow sign It won’t be water, but fire next time.

I’m a-gonna wrap myself in paper, I’m gonna daub myself with glue, Stick some stamps on top of my head; I’m gonna mail myself to you. I’m a gonna tie me up in a red string, I’m gonna tie blue ribbons too, I’m a-gonna climb up in my mail box; I’m gonna mail myself to you.