On the south of California
A salesman walks on by
He turns right into a bar
A bottle of red, 63
“I haven’t made a day’s pay”
“Perhaps I was feeling a little too weak”
“Maybe a drink is all I need”
“To sing the ballad that it is of me”
I know, I know
I’m a troubled salesman
Send me the best of your own sales
And I’ll knock on door to door
I know, I know
Salesman’s selling you something
But you never sat down on your chair
Off the coast of California
A salesman walks right in
Telling about the things they sold today
The drinks gonna have to be a little stronger
Raise your glasses for the raindrops
Maybe I shouldn’t be so weak
Salesman, salesman
Where we’re going?
Salesman, salesman
In a bar
Let’s go and sell it all again
Til we’re tired and old
I know, I know
I’m a troubled salesman
Send me the best of your own sales
And I’ll knock on door to door
I know, I know
Salesman’s selling you something
But you never touched your glass
I know, I know
I’m a troubled salesman
Send me the best of your own sales
And I’ll knock on door to door
I know, I know
Salesman’s selling you something
But you never touched your glass
Off the south of California
I know, I know
I’m a troubled salesman
Send me the best of your own sales
And I’ll knock on door to door
I know
Off the south of California
Salesman walks on by
Takes a drink and leaves his seat
Locking the door on the way out
Salesman, going around again
Salesman, going door to door
Salesman, all again
Til the day he died
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