Tom Joad: I been thinking about us, too, about
our people living like pigs and good rich land layin' fallow. Or maybe
one guy with a million acres and a hundred thousand farmers starvin'.
And I been wonderin' if all our folks got together and yelled...
Ma Joad: Oh, Tommy, they'd drag you out and cut you down just like they done to Casy.
Tom Joad: They'd drag me anyways. Sooner or later they'd get me for one thing if not for another. Until then...
Ma Joad: Tommy, you're not aimin' to kill nobody.
Tom Joad: No, Ma, not that. That ain't it. It's just, well as long as
I'm an outlaw anyways... maybe I can do somethin'... maybe I can just
find out somethin', just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is
that's wrong and see if they ain't somethin' that can be done about it. I
ain't thought it out all clear, Ma. I can't. I don't know enough.
Ma Joad: How am I gonna know about ya, Tommy? Why they could kill ya
and I'd never know. They could hurt ya. How am I gonna know?
Tom Joad: Well, maybe it's like Casy says. A fellow ain't got a soul of
his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs
to everybody, then...
Ma Joad: Then what, Tom?
Tom
Joad: Then it don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be
everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry
people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy,
I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in
the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready,
and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the
houses they build - I'll be there, too.
Ma Joad: I don't understand it, Tom.
Tom Joad: Me, neither, Ma, but - just somethin' I been thinkin' about.
Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma
I'll be there
Wherever somebody's srtugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of ToJoad
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