Tom Burleigh’s dead, curiosity killed him
He opened the door, didn’t have time to blink
Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
Tom Burleigh’s dead but it wasn’t the drink
There was a town by the name Harpers Ferry
A small border village, a beautiful sight
One day John Brown and his band of men merry
Came into town and were lookin’ to fight
All of the children and townsfolk did scatter
They locked up their doors and hid under their beds
But Tom he looked out to see what was the matter
And for his trouble got shot in the head
Tom Burleigh’s dead, curiosity killed him
He opened the door, didn’t have time to blink
Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
Tom Burleigh’s dead but it wasn’t the drink
Now old Tom was a good friend to many
A generous spirit, a man among men
He’d buy the town drinks up until his last penny
So let’s drink one to Tom then let’s drink him again
Tom Burleigh’s dead, curiosity killed him
He opened the door, didn’t have time to blink
Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
Tom Burleigh’s dead but it wasn’t the drink
Tom’s wife said, “Please, oh my love, don’t look out!”
He said, “Fear not, my dear, I’m just checking
to see what all of this commotion’s about.”
And he paid dear for his rubbernecking
Now you’ve all heard of the luck of the Irish
Tom he was Irish but didn’t have luck
So let’s raise a glass to the luck of the Irish
And to Tom who is dead ‘cause he forgot to duck
Tom Burleigh’s dead, curiosity killed him
He opened the door, didn’t have time to blink
Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
Tom Burleigh’s dead but it wasn’t the drink
Robbie Schaefer , Mike Clem, Julie Murphy Wells © 2001 Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP; J. Fish Music/ASCAP; EmJay Music & Hartness