Poor Tom - Remaster

Here's a tale of Tom

Who worked the rivers run

His wife would cook his meals,

As he would check the wheels.

Singin' poor Tom, Seventh Son,

Always knew what's goin on.

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

And there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom.

He worked for thirty years

Sharin' hopes 'n' 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

And there ain't 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 couldn't keep her dresses down.

A-poor Tom, Seventh Son,

Always knew what's goin on.

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

And there ain't 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 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 then wrote songs as well as he could be.

Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

And there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

And there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

And there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom.

Hey

Keep-a truckin',

Keep-a truckin'

Yeah.