Fuller Brush Man

FULLER BRUSH MAN

1) Working lunch time at the counter, in the local five and dime
Jimmy'd come in for coffee, took the same stool every time.
Now Jimmy's hand was shaky; not much coffee reached his mouth
Most lay in the saucer; Jimmy would give me a smile.

Let me fill up your coffee, Fuller Brush Man;
Let me top it off with some fresh
Sorry 'bout the faces; sorry 'bout the laughs;
Fuller Brush Man you were the best

2) I'd known Jimmy,
for quite a few years, from visits he made to our place
Selling his wares from a catalog; whiskers on his face
He'd drink my mom's perked coffee, she gave him an order each time
Pressing it in his sales pad, line by line

Let me fill up your coffee, Fuller Brush Man;
Let me top it off with some fresh
Sorry 'bout the faces; sorry 'bout the laughs;
Fuller Brush Man you were the best

3) Walking down Mill in a well worn
suit that had seen some better days
Crooked tie; an uneven gate, but nothing seemed to faze, you
Not quite sure how you made the trip to that house where I once lived
Never saw you drive a car, yet you got around none the less.

Let me fill up your coffee, Fuller Brush Man;
Let me top it off with some fresh
Sorry 'bout the faces; sorry 'bout the laughs;
Fuller Brush Man you were the best

BRIDGE: I'd see him, on the porch of the Montour Hotel;
The place, that he called home
I'd find myself feeling sorry for him
Cause he always seemed to be alone.
I'd call out his name; he'd give me a wave
And that smile that I'd come to know
Did you realize, Fuller Brush Man,
That you'd found, your way, into my soul