Here`s a tale of Tom
Who worked the rivers run
His wife would cook his meat
As he would care at the wheel
Said 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 dresses 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
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`s son is the best he could be
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
Keep-a Truckin`
Keep-a Truckin
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