The ghost of Tom Joad (1995)

Album completamente acustico. Il secondo dopo Nebraska.

The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' some place there's no goin' back
Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

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 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 a gun in your hand
Sleeping 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 new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst 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 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 sitting down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad


Straight Time

Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife
Walked the clean and narrow
Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the rendering plant, it ain't gonna
	make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the itch
I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin 
	line
I'm sick of doin straight time

My uncle's at the evenin' table, makes his living 
	runnin' hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill says
"Charlie you best remember who your friend 
	are."
Got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line
I ain't makin' straight time

Eight years in it feels like you're gonna die
But you get used to anything
Sooner or later it just becomes your life

Kitchen floor in the evening tossin' my little babies high
Mary's smilin' but she's watching me out of the 
	corner of her eye
Seems you can't get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold 
	air deep inside of me
Got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line
I'm sick of doin' straight time

In the basement huntin' gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the 
	floor

Come home in the evening, can't get the smell 
	from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow
And go driftin' off into foreign lands


Highway 29

I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size 
	seven
I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am."
She crossed her legs and then
We made some small talk that's where it should 
	have stopped
She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped 
	my mind
In that little roadhouse
On Highway 29

It was a small town bank it was a mess
Well I had a gun you know the rest
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in 
	blood
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south
On Highway 29

In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean
l slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink
We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the 
	border line
The winter sun shot through the black trees
I told myself it was all something in her
But as we drove I knew it was something in me
Something that'd been comin' for a long long time
And something that was here with me now
On Highway 29

The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield
All I could see was snow, sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin'
I was runnin' then I was flyin'


Youngstown

Here in northeast Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Dan Heaton
Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek
They built a blast furnace
Here along the shore
And they made the cannonballs
That helped the Union win the war

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept 'em hotter then hell
I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job that'd suit the devil as well
Taconite coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from World War Two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't 
	do."
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this countri's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

From the Monongahela valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalachia
The story's always the same
Seven-hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name

And Youngstown
And Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

When I die I don't want no part of heaven
I would not do heaven's work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell


Sinaloa Cowboys

Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Louis to California 
	three years ago
They crossed at the river levee when Louis was 
	just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the 
	San Joaquin

They left their homes and families
Their father said "My sons one thing you will learn
For everything the north gives it exacts a price in 
	return."
They worked side by side in the orchards 
From morning till the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.

Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were 
	looking for some hands
Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted 
	chicken ranch
There in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine

You could spend a year in the orchards
Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift
Working for the men from Sinaloa
But if you slipped the hydriodic acid
Could burn right through your skin
They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert
If you breathed those fumes in

It was early one winter evening as Miguel stood 
	watch outside
When the shack exploded lighting up the valley 
	night
Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down 
	a swale
To the creekside and there in the tall grass Louis 
	Rosales died

Miguel lifted Louis' body into his truck and then he 
	drove
To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus 
	grove
There in the dirt he dug up ten thousand dollars 
	all that they'd saved
Kissed his brother's lips and placed him in his 
	grave


The Line

I got my discharge from Fort Irwin
Took a place on the San Diego county line
Felt funny bein' a civilian again
It'd been some time
My wife had died a year ago
I was still tryin' to find my way back whole
Went to work for the INS on the line
With the California border patrol

Bobby Ramirez was a ten-year veteran
We became friends
His family was from Guanajuato
So the job it was different for him
He said "They risk death in the deserts and 
	mountains
Pay all they got to the smugglers rings,
We send 'em home and they come right back 
	again
Carl hunger is a powerful thing."

Well I was good at doin' what I was told
Kept my uniform pressed and clean
At night I chased their shadows
Through the arroyos and ravines
Drug runners farmers with their families
Young women with little children by their sides
Come night we'd wait out in the canyons
And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line

Well the first time that I saw her
She was in the holdin' pen
Our eyes met and she looked away
Then she looked back again
Her hair was black as coal
Her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost
She had a young child cryin' in her arms
And I asked, "Senora, is there anything I can do?"

There's a bar in Tijuana
Where me and Bobby drink alongside
The same people we'd sent back the day before
She said her name was Louisa
She was from Sonora and had just come north
We danced and I held her in my arms
And I knew what I would do
She said she had some family in Madera county
If she her child and her younger brother could just 
	get through

At night they come across the levee
In the searchlights dusty glow
We'd rush 'em in our Broncos
Force 'em back down into the river below
She climbed into my truck
She leaned towards me and we kissed
As we drove her brother's shirt slipped open
And I saw the tape across his chest

We were just about on the highway
When Bobby's jeep come up in the dust on my 
	right
I pulled over and let my engine run
And stepped out into his lights
I felt myself movin'
Felt my gun restin' 'neath my hand
We stood there starin' at each other
As off through the arroyo she ran

Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin'
Six months later I left the line
I drifted to the central valley
And took what work I could find
At night I searched the local bars
And the migrant towns
Lookin' for my Louisa
With the black hair fallin' down


Balboa Park

He lay his blanket underneath the freeway
As the evening sky grew dark
Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can
And headed through Balboa Park
Where the men in their Mercedes
Come nightly to employ
In the cool San Diego evening
The services of the border boys

He grew up near the Zona Norte
With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with
He swallowed their balloons of cocaine
Brought 'em across the Twelfth Street strip
Sleeping in a shelter
If the night got too cold
Runnin' from the migra
Of the border patrol

Past the Salvage yard 'cross the train tracks
And in through the storm drain
They stretched the their blankets out 'neath the 
	freeway
And each one took a name
There was X-man and Cochise
Little Spider his sneakers covered in river mud
They come north to California
End up with the poison in their blood

He did what he had to do for money
Sometimes he sent home what he could spare
The rest went to hi-top sneakers and toncho
And jeans like the gavachos swear

One night the border patroI swept Twelfth Street
A big car come fast down the boulevard
Spider stood caught in its headlights
Got hit and went down hard
As the car sped away Spider held his stomach
Limped to his blanket 'neath the underpass
Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
Closed his eyes and listened to the cars
Rushin' by so fast


Dry Lightning

I threw my robe on in the morning
Watched the ring on the stove turn red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
Pulled on my boots and made my bed
Screen door hangin' off its hinges
Kept bangin' me awake all night
As I look out the window
The only thing in sight
Is dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind

I chased the heat of her blood
Like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit
Into the evening pale
Her appaloosa's
Kickin' in the corral smelling rain
There's a low thunder rolling
'Cross the mesquite plain
But there's just dry lightning on the horizon line
It's just dry lightning and you on my mind

I'd drive down to Alvarado street
Where she'd dance to make ends meet
I'd spend the night over my gin
As she'd talk to her men

Well the piss yellow sun
Comes bringin' up the day
She said "Ain't nobody can give nobody
What they really need anyway."

You get so sick of the fighting
You lose your fear of the end
But I can't lose your memory
And the sweet smell of your skin
And it's just dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind


The New Timer

He rode the rails since the great depression
Fifty years out on the skids
He said "You don't cross nobody
You'll be all right out here kid."

Left my family in Pennsylvania
Searchin' for work I hit the road
I met Frank in east Texas
In a freight yard blown through with snow 
From New Mexico to Colorado
California to the sea
Frank he showed me the ropes sir
Just till I could get back on my feet

I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh
I picked the peaches from the Marysville tree
They bunked us in a barn just like animals
Me and a hundred others just like me

We split up come the spring time
I never seen Frank again
'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on grainer
Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and 
	wind
They found him shot dead outside of Stockton
His body lyin' on a muddy hill
Nothin' taken nothin' stolen
Somebody killin' just to kill

Late that summer I was rollin' through the plains 
	of Texas
A vision passed before my eyes
A small house sittin' trackside
With the glow of the saviours beautiful light
A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen
Kid sat at the table with his old man
Now I wonder does my son miss me
Does he wonder where I am

Tonight I pick my campsite carefully
Outside the Sacramento Yard
Gather some wood and light a fire
In the early winter dark

Wind whistling cold I pull my coat around me
Make some coffee and stare out into the black 
	night
I lie awake, I lie awake sir
With my machete by my side

My Jesus your gracious love and mercy
Tonight I'm sorry could not fill my heart
Like one good rifle
And the name of who I ought to kill


Across The Border

Tonight my bag is packed
Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks
That will lead me across the border

Tomorrow my love and I
Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
Somewhere across the border

We'll leave behind my dear
The pain and sadness we found here
And we'll drink from the Bravo's muddy water

Where the sky grows gray and wide
We'll meet across the other side
There across the border

For you I'll build a house
High upon a grassy hill
Somewhere across the border

Where pain and memory
Pain and memory have been stilled
There across the border

And sweet blossoms fill the air
Pastures of gold and green
Roll down into cool clear waters

And in your arms 'neath open skies
I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes
There across the border

Tonight we'll sing the songs
I'll dream of you my corazsn
And tomorrow my heart will be strong

Any may the saints' blessing and grace
Carry me safely into your arms
There across the border

For what are we
Without hope in our hearts
That someday we'll drink from God's blessed 
	waters

And eat the fruit from the vine
I know love and fortune will be mine
Somewhere across the border


Glaveston Bay

For fifteen years Le Bin Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell and he left his command
And brought his family to the promised land

Seabrook, Texas and the small towns in the Gulf 
	of Mexico
It was delta country and reminded him of home
He worked as a machinist, put his money away
And bought a shrimp boat with his cousin
And together they harvested Galveston Bay

In the mornin' 'fore the sun come up
He'd kiss his sleepin' daughter
Steer out through the channel
And cast his nets into the water

Billy Sutter fought with Charlie Company
In the highlands of Quang Tri
He was wounded in the battle of Chu Lai
Shipped home in '68

There he married and worked the gulf fishing 
	grounds
In a boat that'd been his father's
In the morning he'd kiss his sleeping son
And cast his nets into the water

Billy sat in front of his TV as the South fell
And the communists rolled into Saigon
He and his friends watched as the refugees came
Settled on the same streets and worked the coast 
	they'd grew up on
Soon in the bars around the harbor was talk
Of America for Americans
Someone said "You want 'em out, you got to burn 
	'em out."
And brought in the Texas Klan

One humid Texas night there were three shadows 
	on the harbor
Come to burn the Vietnamese boats into the sea
In the fire's light shots rang out
Two Texans lay dead on the ground
Le stood with a pistol in his hand

A jury acquitted him in self-defense
As before the judge he did stand
But as Le walked down the courthouse steps
Billy said "My friend you're a dead man."

One latee summer night Le stood watch along the 
	waterside
Billy stood in the shadows
His K-bar knife in his hand
And the moon slipped behind the clouds
Le lit a cigarette, the bay was still as glass
As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket
Took a breath and let him pass

In the early darkness Billy rose up
Went into the kitchen for a drink of water
Kissed his sleeping wife
Headed into the channel
And cast his nets into the water
Of Galveston Bay


My Best Was Never Good Enough

"Every cloud has a silver lining, every dog has his 
	day."
She said "Now don't say nothin'
If you don't have something nice to say
The tought now they get going when the going 
	gets tough."
But for you my best was never good enough

"Now don't try for a home run baby
If you can get the job done with a hit
Remember a quitter never wins
And a winner never quits
The sun don't shine on a sleepin' dog's ass."
And all the rest of that stuff
Buf for you my best was never good enough

"If God gives you nothin' but lemons then you 
	make some lemonade
The early bird catches the fuckin' worm, Rome 
	wasn't built in a day
Now life's like a box of chocolates
You never know what you're going to get
Stupid is as stupid does" and all the rest of that 
	shit
Come on pretty baby call my bluff
'Cause for you my best was never good enough



Notes

Produced By
Bruce Springsteen, Chuck Plotkin
Recorded and Mixed By Toby Scott

Mastered by Dave Collins at A&M Mastering
 Studios, L.A.
Recorded and mixed at Thrill Hill
Technical maintenance: Gary Myerberg
Recording assistant: Greg Goldman
Musicians contract: Shari Sutcliff
Research: Terry Magovern

Art direction: Sandra Choron
Production: Harry Choron
Cover art: Eric Dinyer/Graphistock
Interior photographs: Pam Springsteen

Jon Landau Management:
Jon Landau, Barbara Carr,
Jan Stabile

Thanks always to Jon Landau

Thanks to Barbara Carr and verybody at
 Landau Management

Thanks also to Toby Scott and Charlie Plotkin
 for their dedication, and to Terry Magovern
 for service above and beyond.

Thanks to Euphonix and Rich Nevens fron Toby.

All songs by Bruce Springsteen
© Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

Many Thanks to the Following Sources:

Journey to Nowhere, by Dale Maharidge, with
photographs by Michael Williamson (The Dial 
Press, 1985)
A Season for Justice, by Morris Dees (Charles
Scribner's Sons, 1991)
"Children of the Border", by Sebastian Rotella, The Los
Angeles Times, April 3, 1993
"California's Illicit Farm Belt Export", by Mark Arax and
Tom Gordon, The Los Angeles Times, March 13, 1995
John Ford's The Grapes of Wrath, written by Nunnally
Johnson, based on the novel by John Steinbeck,
a Twentieth Century-Fox film.

Love to Patty, Evan, Jessie & Sam


1 - The ghost of Tom Joad
Danny Federici - Keyboards
Gary Mallaber - Drums
Marty Rifkin - Pedal Steel Guitar
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Armonica
Gary Tallent - Bass

2 - Straight Time
Danny Federici - Keyboards
Jim Hanson - Bass
Gary Mallaber - Drums, Percussion
Marty Rifkin - Pedal Steel Guitar
Bruce Springsteen - Vocals, Guitar
Soosie Tyrrel - Violin

3 - Highway 29
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard

4 - Youngstown
Jim Hanson - Bass
Gary Mallaber - Drums, Percussion
Chuck Plotkin - Keyboards
Marty Rifkin - Pedal Steel Guitar
Bruce Springsteen - Vocals, Guitar
Soosie Tyrrel - Violin

5 - Sinaloa Cowboys
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard

6 - The Line
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard

7 - Balboa  Park
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard

8 - Dry Lightning
Danny Federici - Keyboard
Gary Mallaber - Drums
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar 
Gary Tallent - Bass
Soosie Tyrrel - Violin

9 - The New Timer
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar

10 - Across the Border
Jennifer Condos - Bass
Danny Federici - Keyboard, Accordion
Lisa Lowell - Backing Vocal
Gary Mallaber - Drums 
Marty Rifkin - Pedal Steel Guitar
Patti Scialfa - Backing Vocal
Bruce Springsteen - Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica
Soosie Tyrrel - Violin, Backing Vocal
 
11 - Galveston Bay
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard

12 - My Best Was Never Good Enough
Bruce Springsteen - Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard