D     G
Now a deputy sheriff fired
D
loose at a man,
G                   D
Shot a woman in the back.
G                        D
Before he could take his aim again,
D
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track,
 
poor boy,
D              A                  D
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track.


[Verse 2]
G
They handcuffed Casey and they
D
took him in jail;
G               D
And then he got away.
       G
And he met Tom Joad on the
D
old river bridge,
D
And these few words he did say, poor boy,
D         A            D
These few words he did say.


[Verse 3]
G
"I preached for the Lord a
D
mighty long time,
G                               D
Preached about the rich and the poor.
G                   D
Us workin' folkses, all get together,
D
'Cause we ain't got a chance anymore.
D              A         D
We ain't got a chance anymore."


[Verse 4]
G
Now, the deputies come,
     D
 and Tom and Casey run
       G                          D
To the bridge where the water run down.
        G
But the vigilante thugs hit
 D
Casey with a club,
D
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground,

 poor Casey,
D                  A            D
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground.


[Verse 5]
G                        D
Tom Joad, he grabbed that deputy's club,
G                D
Hit him over the head.
    G
Tom Joad took flight in
    D
the dark rainy night,
D
And a deputy and a preacher lying dead,

two men,
D              A              D
A deputy and a preacher lying dead.


[Verse 6]
G                     D
Tom run back where his mother was asleep;
G                     D
He woke her up out of bed.
       G
An' he kissed goodbye to the
D
mother that he loved,
D
Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
D            A              D
He said what Preacher Casey said.


[Verse 7]
G                        D
"Ever'body might be just one big soul,
       G                    D
Well it looks that a-way to me.
      G
Everywhere that you look,
        D
 in the day or night,
D
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
D             A           D
That's where I'm a-gonna be.


[Verse 8]
G
Wherever little children are
D
hungry and cry,
G                    D
Wherever people ain't free.
G                D
Wherever men are fightin' for

their rights,
D
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
D            A           D
That's where I'm a-gonna be."