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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' |