: 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
: I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size 7 I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am" She crossed her legs and then We made some small talk
: '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 tough now they
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