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I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin´ for a place to stay.
I was mighty, mighty tired,
I had gone a long, long way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,

Is there anybody home?"
I was standin´ on the steps
Feelin´ most alone.
Well, out comes a farmer,
He must have thought that I was nuts.
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts.

I fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don´t shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
"You´re that travelin´ salesman
That I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I´m a doctor and it´s true,

I´m a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too."

Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita.
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita.
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad,
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had.
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well."

Well, by the dirt ´neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn´t lie.

"I guess you´re tired,"
He said, kinda sly.
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove.
Just one condition
And you go to sleep right now,
That you don´t touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow."

I was sleepin´ like a rat
When I heard something jerkin´.
There stood Rita
Lookin´ just like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to take a shower?
I´ll show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!

I´ve been through this before."
I knew I had to split
But I didn´t know how,
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn´t leave
Unless the old man chased me out,
´Cause I´d already promised
That I´d milk his cows.
I had to say something
To strike him very weird,
So I yelled out,
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard."
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin´, "What´s that I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel Castro,
I think you heard me right,"
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might.
Rita mumbled something
´Bout her mother on the hill,
As his fist hit the icebox,
He said he´s going to kill me
If I don´t get out the door
In two seconds flat,
"You unpatriotic, Rotten doctor Commie rat."

Well, he threw a Reader´s Digest
At my head and I did run,
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window

At a hundred miles an hour,
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers.
Rita said, "Come back!"
As he started to load
The sun was comin´ up
And I was runnin´ down the road.

Well, I don´t figure I´ll be back
There for a spell,
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel.
He still waits for me,
Constant, on the sly.
He wants to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and stomp,
Thankful as I romp,

Without freedom of speech,
I might be in the swamp.