Poor Tom

Here's a tale of Tom Who worked the rivers run His wife would cook his meat But he wouldn't care to eat Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Worked for thirty years Sharin' hopes and fears Dreamin' of the day He could turn and say Poor Tom, work's gone, lazin' out in the noonday sun Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom His wife was Ellie May One of many games she played 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 Tom And so it was one day People got to Ellie May Tom took a gun in his hand And stopped all the 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? And railroad song is he could be Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Keep-a Truckin'