POOR TOM Jimmy Page / Robert Plant Here's a tale of Tom Who worked the "Rivers' run". His wife would cook his meals As he would check the wheels. Singin' poor Tom, seventh son, Always knew what's goin' on. Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom An' there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom. He worked for thirty years Sharin' hopes 'n' fears, Dreamin' of the day He could turn and say: "Poor Tom, work's done, Lazin' out in the noonday sun." Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom An' there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom. His wife was Emmie-Mae. An' one of many games she played: When Tom was out of town She couldn't keep her dresses down. A-poor Tom, seventh son, Always knew what was goin' on. Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom An' there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom. So it was one day People got to Emmie-Mae. A-Tom stood, a gun in his hand, 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? An' then wrote songs as well as he could be. Ain't no news that you can hide from Tom An' there ain't nothin' that you can hide from Tom. An' there ain't nothin' that you can hide from Tom An' there ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom. Hey yeah. Keep-a truckin'. Keep-a truckin'. Yeah.