| Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
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| There he got his parole
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| After four long years on a man killing charge
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| Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, poor boy
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| Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road
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| Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man
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| There he caught him a ride
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| He said, «I just got loose from McAlester Pen
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| On a charge called homicide
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| A charge called homicide»
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| That truck rolled away in a cloud of dust
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| Tommy turned his face toward home
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| He met Preacher Casey and they had a little drink
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| But they found that his family, they was gone
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| He found that his family, they was gone
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| He found his mother’s old-fashion shoe
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| Found his daddy’s hat
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| And he found little Muley and Muley said
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| «They've been tractored out by the cats
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| They’ve been tractored out by the cats»
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| Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor’s farm
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| Found his family
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| They took Preacher Casey and loaded in a car
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| And his mother said, «We've got to get away»
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| His mother said, «We've got to get away»
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| Now, the twelve of the Joads made a mighty heavy load
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| But Grandpa Joad did cry
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| He picked up a handful of land in his hand
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| Said, «I'm stayin' with the farm till I die
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| Yes, I’m stayin' with the farm till I die»
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| They fed him short ribs and coffee and soothing syrup
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| And Grandpa Joad did die
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| They buried Grandpa Joad by the side of the road
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| Grandma on the California side
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| They buried Grandma on the California side
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| They stood on a mountain and they looked to the West
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| And it looked like the promised land
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| That bright green valley with a river running through
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| There was work for every single hand, they thought
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| There was work for every single hand |