I'm Just A Traveling Man

I'm Just a Traveling ManParis is a tough town and I was getting tough breaks one after the other. And then to have those two big-winged white birds run off with my money that night, that was the worst. It was raining again when I got back to my hotel room and the old femme de chambre had busted my looking glass with her mop handle. I didn't know whether that meant more bad luck for me or for her.I shouldn't never ought to've got mixed up with white people in the first place. I was making out OK...