Here's a tale of Tom
Who worked the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
Keep-a [bad word]