Píseň: Poor Tom

Interpret:
Led Zeppelin
Album:
Coda
Here´s 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´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
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin´ of the day
He could turn and say


Poor Tom, work´s done, been lazin´ out in the noonday sun


Ain´t a thing that you can hide from Tom


His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she´d play
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


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 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?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me


Ain´t nothing that you can hide from Tom


Keep-a Truckin´