Poor Tom
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Here's the tale of Tom who worked the railroad's run
His wife would cook his meals as he would check the wheels
Singin', poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what's goin' on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
and there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom
He worked for thirty years, sharin' hopes and fears
Dreamin' of the day he could turn and say
Poor Tom, work is done
Lazin' out in that noon-day sun
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom
His wife was Emmie-Mae, and many little games she played
When Tom was out of town, she couldn't keep her dresses down
A-poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what's goin' on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
And so it was one day, fate got to Emmie-Mae
A-Tom stood, a gun in his hand, stopped all the runnin' around
A-poor Tom, seventh son, gotta die for what you've done
All those years of workin' thrown away
To ease your mind, is that all you can say
Well, what about that grandson on your knee
and railroad song's promise he could eat
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
And there ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
Hey-yeah, keep a-truckin', keep a-truckin', yeah
