The Ghost of Tom Joad (feat. Tom Morello, live at Madison Square Garden, NYC, 2009)

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 gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight
But 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 newborn 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."

Racing In The Street ('78) - "The Promise" album version

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast states
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the back roads to the turnpike gates
Well now some guys they do it for the money
Other guys do it 'cause they don't know what else they can do

There just ain't nothing left at home
Waking up in a world that somebody else owns

Prove It All Night (with intro, live at Capitol Theatre, Passaic, NJ, 1978)

What it means to steal, to cheat, to lie

What it's like to live and die

Incident On 57th Street (live in Barcelona)

I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded...

Brilliant Disguise (live at Christic Benefit, Los Angeles, 1990)

Now look at me baby
struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart
when out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this world in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'cause I damn sure don't trust myself

Better Days (music video version, 1992)

Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure
Don't make much for tragedy
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin
And can't stand the company
Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself
And turn his heart to stone  
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home

These are better days baby
There's better days shining through
These are better days
Better days with a girl like you

New York City Serenade (album version, 1973)

It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all

Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
He's singin', he's singin', he's singin'
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley