Fuller Brush Man by James Mcmurtry
When I was maybe three or four
The Fuller Brush man would knock at the door
He'd always tell me, "Boy, you're gonna miss the fun!
Time you're old enough the honky-tonks'll all be gone."
Momma had no sense with cars
She drove a Sunbeam and she drove it hard
Left her stranded time and again
Didn't matter, you could do that then
And they danced on the rooftops
Let their hearts run wild
Such a sight to the eyes of a child
We were used to all the best
The man from U.N.C.L.E. and the Wild, Wild West
We ruled the skies from a backyard swing
Nothing that flies could've stopped that thing
While they danced on the rooftops
Let their hearts run wild
Such a sight to the eyes of a child
Blood-stained blacktops twist up between the wheels
Before we knew it it was all too real
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