Hell's brewin' dark sun's on the rise This storm'll blow through by and by House is on fire, Viper's in the grass A little revenge and this too shall pass.

So let's take the good times as they go and I'll meet you further on up the road...

The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad.

We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home's a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.

I say to this night: 'Pass more slowly'; and the dawn will come to dispel the night.

When it's dark enough, you can see the stars.

There never was night that had no morn.