E       A                E                   B7   E
On the fourteenth day of April of nineteen thirtyfive
                                           B7               E
There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky.
           A                   E                       B7         E
You could see that dust storm coming the cloud looked deathlike black
                                  B7               E
And through our mighty nation it left a dreadful track.

G                         C                G
I ain't got no home, I'm just a -roamin' 'round,
                           D7           
Just a wand'rin' worker, I go from town to town.
         G                      C          G
And the police make it hard wherever I may go,
                                 D7        G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

          D
Have you seen that Vigilante man?
          G                   D
Have you seen that Vigilante man?
 G                            D
Have you seen that Vigilante man?
                       A7                D
I've been hearing his name all over the land.

D
I'm blowin' down this old dusty road,
        G                          D
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road,
        G                          D
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord,
       A7                             D
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way. 

D    G                  D
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
G                   D
There he got his parole.
       G                    D
After four long years on a man killing charge,

Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, poor boy,
                 A7               D
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road. 

E
Lots of folks back east they say, 
A
Leavin' home ev'ry day,
B7                                    E
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
E
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
 A
getting out of that old dust bowl,
      B7
They think they're going to a sugar bowl,
     E
but here is what they find:
         B7
Now the police at the port of entry say, 

You're number fourteen thousand for today.
            E
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi folks,
                           B7
If you ain't got the do re mi, 

Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, 
                              E
Oklahoma Kansas Georgia Tennessee. 

California is a garden of Eden,
               E7       A
A paradise to live in or see.
        E          B7             A          E
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot, 
                        B7   E
If you ain't got the do re   mi.

C                             G7
I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
        C                        G7
Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
        C            C7     F            
In the month called April, county called Gray,
    C                       G7          C
And here's what all of the people there say: 

 C                   
"So long, it's been good to know yuh;
G7 
So long, it's been good to know yuh;
C              F
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
      C                   G7
This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
                           C
And I got to be driftin' along."