Tom Nelson

E A E B E Old Tom Nelson had a son, lord a special one, lord a special one E A E B E Nelson found him in his shed, with rags around his head, E A E B E Nelson wrapped him in his shirt, and took him to the church E A E B E the preacher saw the babys face, strange and twisted shape A E B He said, throw it in the river, that thing has nothing to do with god E A E B E nelson rejected the preachers words, and payed an awful price E A E E next day everybody knew, told me what to do E A E B E one night his house went up in flames, they wanted him in chains A E B we must burn it in the fire, that thing has nothing to do with god E A E B E nelson managed to get away, through the frosted clay E A E E nelson took the baby to, a lady that he knew E A E B E the whole town searched for them in month, with torches ropes and guns A E B soon they'll be swinging from the branches, swinging like ragdolls in the wind E A E B E they could never leave the place, they could never leave a trace E A E B E one day early in the morn', the baby child was gone E A E B E nelson went down to the lake, with a hammer as a weight E A E B E he had water up to his nose, when he saw a rowing boat E A E B E god came gliding through the fog, with the baby in his hug A E B god said, I got room for you here. He climbed up and soon they were gone E A E B E they were never found again, never found again, never found agaaaain!