Well there’s Hooverville on the edge of the river
haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver
waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open cuz day r all a failin
   unless salvation does da liver
from a stingy farmer nada one of him a giver

Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya
in battered up truck n wailin wah wah
ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den – ‘cept un shaw
if me pa
will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car – rears into grand prix hoopla

An win free dim lifts us lock a hawk, this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha
migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah

Rose of Sharon wool extend da family tree
dat ma will live to see
re:
charging the Joad jalopy in part from me
tink rin hands dat like ta mess with oil hand stains
one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn

   A notha red badge of courage upon this Okie
   hunched o’er with stiff back while wounded knee
continually bunged up with utter glee
at engine cough fin smoke to git us free
whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yip eee.