The stories behind Traveling Biomed Man

• Riding the Groove of Traveling Biomed Man — Take B dials back the tempo into a punchy country-rock pocket driven by twangy guitars and conversational charm.
• On the Road with the Traveling Biomed Man — A high-octane country anthem captures the nomadic hustle of traveling healthcare technology professionals.

Lyrics

Some folks want a white picket fence and a stationary desk.

Me?

I got four wheels, three

Pelican cases, and the open road!

Let's roll!

Well, I traded my cubicle for a set of radio tires

A passport, a contract, and a trunk full of wires

Springtime in Arizona, fixing x -ray trays

Summer up in Maine, clearing respiratory haze.

Fall in Tennessee and winter in the

Texas plains.

Running diagnostic tests in the sunshine and the rains.

Got a million hotel points and a diamond airline card.

Happiest damn nomad in the whole hospital yard.

They ask me, Billy, don't you ever want to settle down? I say, honey, there's too many

broken and monitors in town pop the cruise control turn the country station loud

living on per diem and feeling mighty proud i'm a highway road and

traveling by oh mad madman

Fixin' up the clinics all across this blessed land

Got a toolbox in the trunk and a coffee in my hand

The handiest gypsy in the health care band

Twang goes the guitar, slap the ticket down

Livin' green, bein' stickers in every single town

Yee -haw, pull the lever, hit the passin' lane

A rollin' repairman cannot complain

Whine.

every hospital i visit has a coffee pot brew nurses throw

a party when the biomed is viewed i fix their anesthesia cards inspect their

rolling beds clear out all the worries from

From the supervisor heads

Then I shake the director's hand

Pack my gear away

Rolling down the two lane road

Into another day

I'm a highway rollin', travelin' by old med man

Fixin' up the clinics all across this blessed land

Got a toolbox in the trunk and a coffee in my hand

The handiest gypsy in the healthcare band

Twang goes the guitar, slap the ticket down

Leavin' green P .M. stickers in every single town

Yee -haw, pull the lever, hit the passin' lane

A rolling repairman cannot complain

Next assignment, Montana

GPS said, see y

'all down the road.