Tom Paine's Bones - Dick Gaughan

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 now, child

King George is after me

He’d have a rope around my throat

And hang me from the Liberty Tree»

Well 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 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

«Well I only spoke of freedom

Justice for everyone

Ever since the very first word I spoke

I’ve been looking down the barrel of a gun

Well they say I preached revolution

Let me say in my defence

All I ever did wherever I went

Was 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

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

That he left me standing still

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 in Tom Paine’s plan

And 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 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

And where he goes and how he fares

Nobody knows, nobody cares

So 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 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 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 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

To the rhythm of Tom Paine’s bones

To the rhythm of Tom Paine’s bones