Fuller Brush Man - James McMurtry

When I was maybe three or four

The Fuller Brush man would knock at the door

He’d always tell me, «Boy, you’re gonna miss the fun!

Time you’re old enough the honky-tonks'll all be gone.»

Momma had no sense with cars

She drove a Sunbeam and she drove it hard

Left her stranded time and again

Didn’t matter, you could do that then

And they danced on the rooftops

Let their hearts run wild

Such a sight to the eyes of a child

We were used to all the best

The man from U.N.C.L.E.

and the Wild, Wild West

We ruled the skies from a backyard swing

Nothing that flies could’ve stopped that thing

While they danced on the rooftops

Let their hearts run wild

Such a sight to the eyes of a child

Blood-stained blacktops twist up between the wheels

Before we knew it it was all too real

The voice of reason confined to the past

And all that mattered was to get there fast

So we could dance on the rooftops

Let our hearts run wild (hearts run wild)

Should it all come down to your last thin dime

You can dial that number one more time

But the phone won’t ring 'cause the line’s gone dead

It’s lost in history

Like I said, it’s gone

So now we give it all we got

Pick em up at daycare in a state of shock

Frayed at the edges and torn at the seams

It rarely happens in our wildest dreams

That we dance on the rooftops, let our hearts run wild

And it ain’t for the sake of the child

You don’t too often see a sunbeam anymore

You never see a Fuller Brush man or a dinosaur

The voice of reason rules with an iron fist

Please forgive me if I’m not prepared to handle this