Nhạc sĩ: Pink Anderson
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I think I would like to relate to you a brief sagacity concerning the mostambulatory homo sapien that ever asphyxiated upon a globeFolks, I want to tell you about a man named Bloom. He comes from down in NewOrleans and he made his living stealing chickens and everything that he couldsay. Now you know this Popeye man, he runs so fast that his feet wouldn't stand aroad and if a freight train passed, no matter how fast, he could always get onboard. Now he was a travelin' man, he certainly was a travelin' man. Thetravellest man, John, that there ever was in the land. He'd travel and he was known for miles and miles and he never got caught and he never got worked until the police shot him down.Now the police hired a motor car just to chase after my buddy Bloom. They chased him from five o'clock in the morning till eight in the late, late, late afternoon. This Popeye man, he runs so fast, they say flames shot out of his heels. While he burned up the cotton, he scorched the corn, he made a road to the farmer's field. Folks, he was a travelin' man, oh, he certainly was a travelin' man.The travellest man, John, that there ever was in the land. He'd travel and he was known for miles and miles and he never got caught and he never got worked until the police shot him down.Now the police finally caught up with Bloom. Had him out to hang one day. Executioner leaned over and said, my good man, have you any last words you desire to say? I said, so happens, your honor. I do have a brief speech prepared if you'd bow your head one moment in prayer.And then he winked one eye and crossed both legs and vanished straight up in the air. Because he was a travelin' man, oh, he certainly was a travelin' man. The travellest man, well, that there ever was in the land. You know, Craig, he'd travel and he was known for miles and miles and he never got caught and he never got worked until the police shot him down.Now Bloom was on the Titanic when it put out to sea. He was playin' B-flat clarinet in the orchestra that rendered Mirror, my God, to thee. Some people saw him when he jumped overboard. They said, did you get a load of that crazy fool? But friends, just 45 minutes right after that, he was shootin' crabs in Liverpool.Because he was a travelin' man, oh, he certainly was a travelin' man. The travellest man, well, that there ever was in the land. He'd travel and he was known for miles and miles and he never got caught and he never got worked until the police shot him down.Now, you know, the European police caught up with Bloom, shot him in the head. People come round from miles on down just to observe the man as he lay dead. Telegrammed back to the States to his mama, for she'd come all catty with tears. She reached down to open up the coffin lid and that fool had disappeared.A travelin' man, oh, he certainly was a travelin' man. The travellest man, well, that there ever was in the land. He'd travel and he was known for miles and miles and he never got caught and he never got worked until the police shot him down.Now, I want you to understand that this man was rapid. Swift. Abrupt. Sudden. Precipitous. This guy was so fast.They used to say that the man could turn off the light and get under the covers before the room got dark.Now, one day, Bloom had to go to the well to fetch a pail of water. The distance this rapscallion had to traverse was approximately three miles and a quarter.Now, he got to the well, filled up the bucket on his way back and stumbled, dropped the pail and fell down. He run back to the house, grabbed another bucket and poured the water before it hit the ground.A travelin' man, oh, he certainly was a travelin' man. The travellest man, well, that there ever was in the land. He'd travel and he was known for miles and miles and he never got caught and he never got worked until the police shot him down.