Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity k**ed him He opened the door, didn't have time to blink Remember the cat, curiosity k**ed him Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink There was a town by the name Harpers Ferry A small border village, a beautiful sight One day John Brown and his band of men merry Came into town and were lookin' to fight All of the children and townsfolk did scatter They locked up their doors and hid under their beds But Tom he looked out to see what was the matter And for his trouble got shot in the head Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity k**ed him He opened the door, didn't have time to blink Remember the cat, curiosity k**ed him Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink Now old Tom was a good friend to many A generous spirit, a man among men He'd buy the town drinks up until his last penny
So let's drink one to Tom then let's drink him again Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity k**ed him He opened the door, didn't have time to blink Remember the cat, curiosity k**ed him Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink Tom's wife said, "Please, oh my love, don't look out!" He said, "Fear not, my dear, I'm just checking to see what all of this commotion's about." And he paid dear for his rubbernecking Now you've all heard of the luck of the Irish Tom he was Irish but didn't have luck So let's raise a gla** to the luck of the Irish And to Tom who is dead 'cause he forgot to duck Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity k**ed him He opened the door, didn't have time to blink Remember the cat, curiosity k**ed him Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink