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  • 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'
  • 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'