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Now, i've been travelin' long and hard |
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And all over this big land |
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And i've got somethin' here in my bag |
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For every woman and man |
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And nowhere is too far |
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'cause i cover a pretty wide base |
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From way down south to way up north |
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I'll shake hands with any friendly face |
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Chorus: |
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Salesman, salesman |
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Why don't you sell me somethin' |
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Salesman, salesman |
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Why don't you sell me somethin' |
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Now i've got a box in my hand |
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And i'm gonna travel that land |
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I'm a salesman for hire |
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And i never get tired |
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So just plug it in and it'll work |
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Don't worry about it breakin' |
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It's factory made and guaranteed |
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And we're not fakin' |
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Chorus repeat |
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Now, i keep bangin' on my case |
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And smilin' broad and make the deal |
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But sometimes my feet begin to shake |
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Like i'm slippin' on a banana peel |
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Stan slips about |
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And i've been everywhere around this world |
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I fly on the edge of the ball |
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I keep the numbers all up here |
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I just read the map and steer, that's all |
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Chorus repeat |
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Now i'll never give up this way of life |
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This life has called me to |
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I've gotta get to new orleans by noon |
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If i can only find my shoe |
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'cause i'm a salesman! pleased to meetcha! |
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And i've seen the dirt and dust |
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Of a hundred towns like this |
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I just work my way on through |
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Sometimes it's just hit and miss |
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And i got a little something here in my bag |
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To help me burn the leaves |
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But i gotta watch it close this time |
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I know, because nothin' comes for free |
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No, nothin' comes for free |
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I know a little girl in idaho |
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I guess i'll look her up now in a week or so |
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She was always good for a drink and a laugh |
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And what the traffic would allow |
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Chorus repeat |
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Everybody wants a real deal, everybody wants a real deal |
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Everybody wants a real deal, everybody wants a real deal |
