Old Tom Lyrics

Old Tom was a good friend of mine

But he got trapped and now he's serving his time

And Old Tom was a man of circumstance

Not even Atticus could free the man's hands

Back to the old ties of the railroad we go

Underground travelin' to find a new home

And Old Tom took that shaky stand

As gentleman plot together in the band

They wrote his sentence ahead of time

Behind closed doors with no reason or rhyme

Back to the old ways of the South we know

Posturing inside of their flimsy foxholes

Put on that blues record and spin it again

Turn up the volume and listen to the Dead

And remember what the ghosts always said

And Old Tom is a forgotten man

Innocent rotting away in the pen

And Old Tom sings through iron bars

As Atticus strums his guitar

Back to the old ties of the railroad we go

Underground travelin' to find a new home

Back to the old ways of the South we know

Posturing inside of their flimsy foxholes