Poor Tom Lyrics

Here's a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what's going on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreaming of the day
He could turn and say

Poor Tom, work's done
Lazing out in the noonday sun
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

His wife was Annie Mae
With 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 going on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

And so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae
Tom stood, a gun in hand
Stopped her running around

Poor Tom, seventh son
Gotta die for what she had 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
Nothing you can hide from Tom
Ain't nothing you can hide from Tom

Nothing you can hide from Tom
Ain't nothing you can hide from Tom

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