Death Of A Salesman
Composer(s): Saul Broudy - Steve Burgh - Steve Goodman - Jeff Gutcheon - Lew London - Jim Rothermel
Performer(s): Steve Goodman



A traveling salesman stopped for gas, as it was getting late
He sure was getting tired, and it was snowing on the Interstate
He says, "Will you fill her up, my friend, and see if my oil's alright
And do you know a place where a tired-out traveling man might spend the night?"

The attendant winked at him and says, "I'll bet you've been around
Well the man who puts up lodgers here is known as Farmer Brown
You'll find him in that old stone house that's just at the edge of town
And he has a fifteen-year-old daughter who likes to fool around"

The salesman winked right back at him and a smile came to his lips
He paid for the gas and the oil and then he gave that man a tip
He started out and pushed that old gas pedal down to the floor
He was off like a bat and in nothing flat he was at the farmer's door

The door opened up and a beautiful girl says, "Won't you come on it?"
That traveling salesman's tongue was hanging out like Rin-Tin-Tin
"That old gas station attendant said I would find you here
And do you have a suitable room you could rent to me, my dear?"

"Alas, kind sir, I'm sorry but the last one's gone, you see
So if you want to spend the night, you'll have to sleep with me"
He says, "How fortuitous, my pretty little miss!"
And he throws his arms around her and he gives that girl a kiss

Now her warm and tender ruby lips he scarcely could believe
And he never saw the hammer she had hidden up her sleeve
She said, "I'm geting sleepy. It's time to go to bed"
And as they turned to climb the stairs she whupped him on the head

The very next day, the salesman's car, with brand new license plates
Was sitting at Farmer Brown's Gas Station out on the Interstate
So all you traveling salesmen who might be passing through
Better watch your step or the traveling salesman joke will be on you!