Tom Paines 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 talk right now child, King George is after me
He'd have a rope around my throat and hang me on the Liberty Tree"

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
Since the very first word I spoke I've looked down the barrel of a gun
They say I preached revolution, let me say in my defence
All I did wherever I went was to talk a lot of common sense

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
There I was, a piece of paper in my hand, standing at the top of the hill
And it said, "This is the Age of Reason. These are the Rights of Man
Kick off religion and monarchy," its all written in Tom Paine's plan

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

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
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...