Heres 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 whats goin on

Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom
There aint 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, works gone
Lazin out in the noonday sun

Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom
Aint 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 couldnt keep her dresses down

Poor Tom, Seventh Son
Always knew whats goin on

Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom
Aint 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 youve 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 railroads son is the best he could be

Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom
Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom
There aint nothing that you can hide from Tom

Keep-a Truckin
Keep-a Truckin