Song Description

A song about the parallels between being a touring musician and a traveling salesman.

Lyrics

I'm a traveling salesman
I work for a fair man
Look in my eyes and you'll know that I'm good
I run around a lot and I'll never stop
Though I'm tired and I'm hoarse and run through

I'm a traveling salesman
I work for the sale
Turning out rhymes from my thoughts and my blues

Hey, take me home, the lights have fallen on my mood
Hey, take me over where they holler at the moon
Lover, can you lift me up?
I've fallen down a tube
Lover, make me new

I'm a traveling salesman
I walk with a prayer
That you'll realize all my thoughts are for you
Are you left behind? Can I offer you a ride?

I'm a traveling salesman
It's not what my family wants
And their smiles cannot hide all their wounds

Hey, come on over, we'll march on and spread the news
Hey, picking clovers as they holler at the moon
Lover, can you pick me up?
We'll drive and sing our tunes
Lover, just me and you

I'm a traveling salesman, all over the land
Look for bad signs, to offer a hand
Choosing a new rhyme to tongue through
Loosing a sad lie for one truth

I'm a traveling salesman on a rambling road
Moving at random, but never alone
Shaking a rock out from under my shoe
Taking the band out for one more tune

One more tune, one more night
One more song. I wrote them all for you
I'm a traveling salesman