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TRAVELLING DRUMMER (Sylvia Fricker) I am a travelling drummer, I live out on the road. I sell my goods from door to door To lighten up my load, boys, lighten up my load. I used to be a fireman, Out on the county line, But the town took over ten of us And fired us all but nine, boys, fired us all but nine I had a wife and family In a home in Chamberlain (-land?) But she ran off with a factory hand And I never went back again, boys, never went back again. Some time when I get lonely And nights get over long I'll find an all-night bar girl And I'll take her home at dawn, boys, take her home at dawn. I'll find myself a cheap hotel When I get into town. A bottle of gin and a lumpy bed To lay my body down, boys, lay my body down. I'd like to give up drummin' But I'm too old to try If nobody makes me a millionaire, I'll travel 'til I die, boys, travel 'til I die. Recorded by Ian and Sylvia @rambling filename[ TRAVDRUM RR OCT98 |
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