Love Has No Pride

I’ve had bad dreams too many times
To think that they don’t mean much anymore
Fine times have gone, left my sad home
And the friends who once cared just walk out my door

Love has no pride when I call out your name
Love has no pride when there’s no one left to blame
And I’d give anything to see you again

I’ve been alone too many nights
To think that you could come back again
I’ve heard you talk, “well, she’s crazy to stay”
But your love hurts me so, I don’t care what you say

Love has no pride when I call out your name
Love has no pride when there’s no one left to blame
And I’d give anything to see you again

If I could buy your love, I’d probably try, my friend
And if I could pray, my prayer would never end
When you want me to beg, I’ll fall down on my knees
Ask you to come back, I’d be pleading for you to come back
Begging for you to come back to me

Love has no pride when I call out your name
Love has no pride when there’s only myself to blame
But I’d give anything to see you again
Yes, I would give anything to see you again

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Ghost of Tom Joad

Men walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks
Goin’ someplace there’s no goin’ back
Highway patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin’ ’round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the Southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a 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
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.”

Well 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

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