Poor Tom

Here's a tale of

TomWho worked the railroads long

His wife would cook his meal

As he would change the wheel

Poor Tom,

Seventh Son,

Always knew what's goin on

Ain't a thing that you can hide from

TomThere ain't nothing that you can hide from

TomWorked for thirty years

Sharing hopes and fears

Dreamin' of the day

He could turn and say

Poor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sun

Ain't a thing that you can hide from

TomHis wife was

Annie MaeWith any man a game she'd play

When Tom was out of town

She couldn't keep her dress down

Poor Tom,

Seventh Son, always knew what's goin on

Ain't a thing that you can hide from

TomAnd so it was one day

People got to

Annie Mae (?)

Tom stood, a gun in his hand

And stopped her runnin' around

Poor Tom,

Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've done

All those years of work are thrown away

To ease your mind is that all you can say?

But what about that grandson on your knee?

Them railroad songs,

Tom would sing to me

Ain't nothing that you can hide from

TomKeep-a

Truckin'