One fine ay,
Simple Sally Brown,
Met a trav’ling salesman who was trav’ling around,
“Howdy do, how are you?
Let’s go see the town.
”Sally answered, “What a pity, I would like to but the city
Folks would talk, they would talk, you know that they can;
But I’d like to know you better, Mister Trav’ling Man.”
When you’re in town, in my home town,
Look me up, look me up, I’ll be happy to see you;
When you’re passing my way, drop in and stay,
If you’ll come, you’re welcome as flowers in May
And you can hang your samples on a sour apple tree,
And I’ll see that no one’s around;
For I’d much rather walk where the neighbors don’t talk,
When in town call around, goodbye.
Sally Brown sttled down,
Wed her trav’ling man,
He said, “Dearie, I’ll be home as much as I can.”
Trav’ling men, now and then
Get a telegram,
Their employer sends a wire, “Go and see a certain buyer.”
Looking ‘round, Sally found in her hubby’s coat,
Seven different notes, that seven diff’rent females wrote.
Berlin, Irving, "When You're In Town In My Home Town" (1911). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1726.
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