Poor Tom

Here's a tale of Tom
 Who worked the railroads long
 His wife would cook his meal
 As he would change the wheel
 Poor Tom, seventh son
 Always knew what's going on
 Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
 Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
 Worked for thirty years
 Sharing hopes and fears
 Dreaming of the day
 He could turn and say
 Poor Tom, work's done
 Lazing out in the noonday sun
 Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
 Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
 His wife was Annie Mae
 With 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 going on
 Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
 Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
 And so it was one day
 People got to Annie Mae
 Tom stood, a gun in hand
 Stopped her running around
 Poor Tom, seventh son
 Gotta die for what she had 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
 Nothing you can hide from Tom
 Ain't nothing you can hide from Tom
 Nothing you can hide from Tom
 Ain't nothing you can hide from Tom