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  • coda'nin ikinci sarkidi.*

    here's a tale of tom
    who worked the rivers run
    his wife would cook his meat
    but he wouldn't care to eat

    poor tom, seventh son, always knew what's goin on

    ain't a thing that you can hide from tom
    there ain't 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, work's gone, lazin' out in the noonday sun

    ain't a thing that you can hide from tom
    ain't 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 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 tom
    ain't nothing that you can hide from tom

    and so it was one day
    people got to ellie may
    ^^^^^^^^^^ (again, i'm open to suggestions)

    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 railroad song is ... he could be
    ^^^ (any ideas?)

    ain't nothing that you can hide from tom
    ain't a thing that you can hide from tom
    ain't a thing that you can hide from tom
    there ain't nothing that you can hide from tom

    keep-a truckin'
    keep-a truckin'
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