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 Ain't nothing 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 Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom
And so it was one day People got to Ellie May ^^^^^^^^^^ (again, I'm open to suggestions)
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 ^^^ (any ideas?)
Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom