Poor Tom歌词

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'