poor tom

• 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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