Traveling Salesman

I've been waiting tables in Charley's grill

Since the spring I turned sixteen

It's a small cafe near the railroad station

In downtown Abilene

Folks round here don't say too much

'Cept when's it gonna rain

And the most exciting thing to do

Is watch who gets off the train

One day, last April

A tall blonde stranger got off the 10:05

With his suit and tie and his shiny boots

And a question in his eye

Lord how I was blushing

When he walked in the cafe

Tipped me a dollar for a cup of coffee

And then I heard him say

Whoa, girl

It gets so lonely for a salesman on the road

And this suitcase full of samples gets to be quite a load

I can tell that you're the only girl in town

Who's got some style

Do you know a quiet place

Where a traveling salesman can rest awhile

Next morning when the sun came up

He was lying in my bed

Telling me about the dry goods business

And how he got ahead

From then on I could hardly wait

Till that day came round

The second Thursday of every month

For my salesman came to town

He'd say

Girl, it gets so lonely

For a salesman on the road...

So I bought myself a brand new dress

Just to meet his train today

I had some news about him and me

I was sure would make him stay

But a small dark stranger with a dry goods case

Got off the train instead

What else was a girl to do

When he smiled at me and said

He said, girl

It gets so lonely

For a salesman on the road

Whoa, girl, it gets so lonely

For a salesman on the road