| The Joads rolled away to the jungle camp
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| There they cooked a stew
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| And the hungry little kids of the jungle camp
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| Said, «We'd like to have some, too»
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| Said, «We'd like to have some, too»
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| Now a deputy sheriff fired loose at a man
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| Shot a woman in the back
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| Before he could take his aim again
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| Preacher Casey dropped him in his track, poor boy
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| Preacher Casey dropped him in his track
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| They handcuffed Casey and they took him in jail
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| And then he got away
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| And he met Tom Joad on the old river bridge
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| And these few words he did say, poor boy
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| These few words he did say
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| «I preached for the Lord a mighty long time
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| Preached about the rich and the poor
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| Us workin' folkses, all get together
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| 'Cause we ain’t got a chance anymore
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| We ain’t got a chance anymore»
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| Now, the deputies come, and Tom and Casey run
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| To the bridge where the water run down
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| But the vigilante thugs hit Casey with a club
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| They laid Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey
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| They laid Preacher Casey on the ground
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| Tom Joad, he grabbed that deputy’s club
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| Hit him over the head
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| Tom Joad took flight in the dark rainy night
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| And a deputy and a preacher lying dead, two men
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| A deputy and a preacher lying dead
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| Tom run back where his mother was asleep
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| He woke her up out of bed
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| An' he kissed goodbye to the mother that he loved
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| Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad
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| He said what Preacher Casey said
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| «Ever'body might be just one big soul
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| Well it looks that a-way to me
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| Everywhere that you look, in the day or night
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| That’s where I’m a-gonna be, Ma
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| That’s where I’m a-gonna be
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| Wherever little children are hungry and cry
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| Wherever people ain’t free
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| Wherever men are fightin' for their rights
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| That’s where I’m a-gonna be, Ma
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| That’s where I’m a-gonna be" |