Tom Joad he got out the old McAlester Pen

He got his parole

After four long years on a man killing charge

Tom Joad come walkin' down the road, poor boy

Tom Joad come walkin' down the road.



Tom Joad, he met a truck drivin' man,

And he caught him a ride

Said "I just got loose from the McAlester Pen

On a charge called homicide,

On a charge called homicide."



Well that truck rolled away in a cloud of dust

Tommy turned his face toward home.

He met Preacher Casy

And they had a little drink.

They found that his family was gone,

They found that his family was gone.



They found his mother's old fashioned shoe,

and they found his daddy's hat.

And they found little Muley, and Muley said,

"they been tractored off by the cats, Tommy boy.

They been tractored off by the cats."



Tom Joad, he walked down to the neighbor's farm,

and he found his family.

He took Preacher Casy

and he loaded up the car,

And his mother said, "We got to get away, Tommy Boy."

His mother said, "we got to get away."



Now the twelve of the Joads, they made mighty heavy load,

And Grampa Joad, he did cry.

He picked up a handful of land in his hand.

He said, "I'm stayin' with this farm till I die.

I'm stayin' here till I die."



They fed him short ribs and coffee and syrup.

And Grampa Joad, he did die.

They buried Grampa Joad by the side of the road,

buried Grandma on the California side.

Buried Grandma on the California side.



They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west,

and it looked like the Promised Land.

That bright green valley with a river runnin' through

held work for every single hand. They thought,

"There'l