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