Thomas was a poor man
He never had much money
You never saw his name
On the front page
He blessed his crops three times a day
He said I know someone up there
Must like me but I can't imagine why

Thomas is a good man
A good name too
Some might say
It comes from the bible anyway
The lands no good
And it's all dried up by now
But he picks up his cross
And a bag of soil
And goes back to the plow

He was born to a tailor
He always got trousers
On Christmas day
He spent his days
Praying through the knees
As he wiped the leaves away

Thomas is a good man
A good name too
Some might say
It comes from the bible anyway
The lands no good
And it's all dried up by now
But he picks up his cross
And a bag of soil
And goes back to the plow