Lyrics:

(Page/Plant)

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 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
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin of the day
He could turn and say

Poor Tom, works done, been lazin out in the noonday sun

Aint a thing that you can hide from Tom

His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game shed play
When Tom was out of town
She couldnt keep her dress down

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew whats goin on

Aint a thing 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 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?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Aint nothing that you can hide from Tom

Keep-a Truckin