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'