| Lyrics: | Tom Joad he got out the old McAlester Pen
He got his parole
After four long years on a man
killing charge
Tom Joad come walkin' down the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come walkin' down the
road.
Tom Joad, he met a truck drivin' man,
And he caught him a ride
Said "I just
got loose from the McAlester Pen
On a charge called homicide,
On a charge called
homicide."
Well that truck rolled away in a cloud of dust
Tommy turned his face toward
home.
He met Preacher Casy
And they had a little drink.
They found that his family was
gone,
They found that his family was gone.
They found his mother's old fashioned
shoe,
and they found his daddy's hat.
And they found little Muley, and Muley said,
"they
been tractored off by the cats, Tommy boy.
They been tractored off by the cats."
Tom
Joad, he walked down to the neighbor's farm,
and he found his family.
He took Preacher
Casy
and he loaded up the car,
And his mother said, "We got to get away, Tommy Boy."
His
mother said, "we got to get away."
Now the twelve of the Joads, they made mighty heavy
load,
And Grampa Joad, he did cry.
He picked up a handful of land in his hand.
He said,
"I'm stayin' with this farm till I die.
I'm stayin' here till I die."
They fed him
short ribs and coffee and syrup.
And Grampa Joad, he did die.
They buried Grampa Joad by the
side of the road,
buried Grandma on the California side.
Buried Grandma on the California
side.
They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west,
and it looked like the
Promised Land.
That bright green valley with a river runnin' through
held work for every
single hand. They thought,
"There'l |
