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Well, it's all up from florida at the start of the spring, |
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the trucks and the trailers will be winding |
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like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route. |
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we're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling. |
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From the michigan mud past the wisconsin sun |
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'cross that minnesota border, keep 'em scrambling |
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through the clear county lakes and the lumberjack lands, |
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we're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling. |
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Hit fargo on the jump and down to aberdeen |
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'cross them old black hills, keep 'em rolling |
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through the cow country towns and the sands of old montana. |
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we're following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels, |
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i've gazed from the trailer window laughing. |
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oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright. |
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following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling. |
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It's a-many a friend that follows the bend, |
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the jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers. |
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well, i've spent my time with the fortune-telling kind |
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following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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Oh, it's pound down the rails and it's tie down the tents, |
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get that canvas flag a-flying. |
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well, let the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind |
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following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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Well, it's roll into town straight to the fairgrounds |
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just behind the posters that are hanging |
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and it's fill up every space with a different kind of face |
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following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind, |
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hear that old music box a-banging. |
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hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles |
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we're following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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It's a-drag it on down by the deadline in the town, |
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hit the old highway by the morning |
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and it's ride yourself blind for the next town on time |
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following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime |
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drinking red wine as we're rolling, |
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many a turnin' i turn, many a lesson i learn |
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from following them fairgrounds a-calling. |
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And it's roll back down to st. petersburg |
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tie down the trailers and camp 'em |
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and the money that we made will pay for the space |
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from following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling. |
