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Here's a tale of Tom |
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Who worked the railroads long |
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His wife would cook his meal |
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As he would change the wheel |
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Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on |
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Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom |
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There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom |
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Worked for thirty years |
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Sharing hopes and fears |
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Dreamin' of the day |
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He could turn and say |
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Poor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sun |
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Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom |
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His wife was Annie Mae |
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With any man a game she'd play |
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When Tom was out of town |
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She couldn't keep her dress down |
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Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin on |
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Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom |
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And so it was one day |
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People got to Annie Mae (?) |
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Tom stood, a gun in his hand |
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And stopped her runnin' around |
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Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've done |
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All those years of work are thrown away |
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To ease your mind is that all you can say? |
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But what about that grandson on your knee? |
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Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me |
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Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom |
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Keep-a Truckin' |
