There Goes Little John Tom

There goes little john tom with his overalls on

Working at the towns wooded grounds.

He'd eye up a tree then cuts it on down

And split 'em darn logs with an ax swinging thudding sound.

Come lunch time whistle he'd use a breeze to dust off down

And has his lunch on a wood chip mound

With his little legs dangling down

Like a little rag doll clown.

With a tooth picking burp and chewing his tobacco

He's ready to work loading carts with split logs high on a hog

And tops 'em off with tie down tarps.

Oh yea there goes little john tom with his overalls on

Working at the towns wooded grounds.

Chewing his tobacco,he makes way to gather big stones

And bust 'em down with hammers and chisels,

Making sparks fly around from busting stones on the ground.

He'd load 'em stones on a flat bed cart,

And gets 'em ready for the town.

Makes way for another stone busting round.

The day is gone and little tom passed out on the darn ground.

Oh yea there goes little john tom with his overalls on,

His working days are gone gone, gone.

I'm sad to say little tom

Can't do this work no more.

I see the tears he tries to hide

From the job he worked with pride

With sore hands and blisters deep in side

And tears he couldn't abide

He stills chews his tobbaco with pride

Oh yea there goes little john tom, his working days are gone