Tom Paine's Bones

As I dreamed out one evening
By a river of discontent
I bumped straight into old Tom Paine
As running down the road he went

He said, "I can't stop right now, child,
King George is after me
He'd have a rope around my throat
And hang me on the Liberty Tree"

I will dance to Tom Paine's bones, Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own, To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones

I only talked about freedom
And justice for everyone
But since the very first word I spoke
I've been looking down the barrel of a gun

They say I preached revolution
Let me say in my defense
That all I did wherever I went
Was to talk a lot of common sense

I will dance to Tom Paine's bones, Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own, To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones

Old Tom Paine he ran so fast
He left me standing still
And there I was, a piece of paper in my hand
Standing at the top of the hill

It said, "This is the Age Of Reason
These are The Rights Of Man
Kick off religion and monarchy"
It was written there in Tom Paine's plan

I will dance to Tom Paine's bones, Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own, To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones

Old Tom Paine, there he lies
Nobody laughs and nobody cries
Where he's gone or how he fares
Nobody knows and nobody cares...

But I will dance to Tom Paine's bones, Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own, To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones

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