the sales man who wouldn't come down the cliff

We live in a little town somewhere
...where only little stories can be told

We're born to live ...and live to grow old

There 's a hardware store in our little town ...
that sells hammers and screws

There's a new guy in town ... who used to play the blues

In our little town there's always room

So the blues man became a hardware salesman
and little by little he became part of the little town

little time passed ... untill all were awakened by an aweful sound

The salesman was upon a cliff with his saxophone in hand

He kept playing and playing ...and wouldn't come down

We called the sherif... the mayor ...we assembled the whole town

But the salesman wouldn't stop playing ...and he wouldn't come down

The stores were open ...and later they closed

But the sales man wasn't a sales man anymore

He stood there upon the cliff playing his heart away..
till he could pla no more

then he wwent back to the hardware store and just worked there a little more

a week passed and he returned to where he climbed before

and no one ...not even the entire town could stop him from playing more

and he kept on going up the cliff ...to play a little bit
untill he lost his breathe

then he sold some hardware ...and went up for more

No one understood that man ... in our little town

we have so little time ... and that's all he had in store