The Bookman
Fred Eaglesmith / Mary McBride
The Bookman drives
From Stockton to Hanksville
Meeting Mormons and Indians
Books on wheels
All the town ladies
Bring root beer and cookies
The kids read fairy tales
Squirming and laughing
One lady is reading
And hanging around
Got sweet on the bookman
When he came to town
She's wonderin how
In the world can she leave
Got fourteen kids
Baby on each knee
CHORUS: The Bookman comes and he never stays long
Like turning pages he's up and gone
He fades away like a reading light in the night
She marks the day like she marks a page
When he's gonna come back round again
Till then she reads the babies to sleep at night
He noticed one day
She was staring at him
With a romance novel
Behind each grin
He offered to take
Her down the road
She shook her head
And softly said no