Yodel Waltz from Theatres by Nicholas St. James

I never forget a face, I never forget a name
I remember every person that I've ever met
But you got to, to stay in the game
I sell teeth to the Baker's daughter, I sell bullets to his son
They're starting a war, but what the teeth are for
That ain't my business none

I see that you're tired and your eyes are red
I might have a little something to relax your head
I sell taste and sound, smell and feel
Perhaps you and I could make a deal

I'll pay you a fee for your knowledge and trouble
I'm always looking for things to put into my trunk
Hoping I'll sell just a couple
See, folks are always going to be just an inch from the ledge
I make it my job to have what they want
Do you get that I get what they get?

I see that you're tired and your eyes are red
I might have a little something to relax your head
I sell taste and sound, smell and feel
Perhaps you and I could make a deal

If there's something I can do for you
I'd be happy to oblige
Just call my name...

Yodel-Ay-Yodel-Ay-Yodel-y-Ee-Oooo

• Alternative
• Delta Blues
• Gypsy Folk
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