text: Heres 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 was going on
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Aint nothing 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 is done
  Been lazing out in the noonday sun
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  His wife was Annie Mae
  With any man a game she would play
  When Tom was out of town
  She couldnt keep her dresses down
  Poor Tom, seventh son
  Always knew what was going on
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  And so it was one day
  People got to Annie Mae
  Tom stood, a gun in his hand
  And stopped her running around
  Poor Tom, seventh son
  Gotta die for what you have 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
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom
  Hey
  Keep-a truckin
  Keep-a truckin
  Hey