Heres a tale of Tom Who worked the rivers run His wife would cook his meals As he would check the wheels Singing poor Tom, Seventh Son Always knew whats goin on Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom And there aint nothing that you can hide from Tom He worked for thirty years Sharing hopes and fears Dreaming of the day He could turn and say Poor Tom, works gone Lazing out in the noonday sun Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom And there aint nothing that you can hide from Tom His wife was Emmie May One of many games she played When Tom was out of town She couldnt keep her dresses down A poor Tom, Seventh Son Always knew whats goin on Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom And there aint nothing that you can hide from Tom And so it was one day People got to Emmie May A Tom took a gun in his hand And stopped all the running around Poor Tom, Seventh Son Gotta die for what youve 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 then wrote songs as well as he could be Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom And there aint nothing that you can hide from Tom And there aint nothing that you can hide from Tom And there aint nothing that you can hide from Tom Hey, keep a trucking Keep a trucking, yeah
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 01:23:35 +0000
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