| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring,
The trucks
and the trailers will be winding
Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route.
We're
following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin
sun
'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em scrambling
Through the clear county lakes and
the lumberjack lands,
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
Hit
Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen
'Cross them old Black Hills, keep 'em
rolling
Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana.
We're following them
fairgrounds a-calling.
As the white line on the highway sails under your
wheels,
I've gazed from the trailer window laughing.
Oh, our clothes they was torn but the
colors they was bright.
Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
It's a-many
a friend that follows the bend,
The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers.
Well, I've spent
my time with the fortune-telling kind
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Oh, it's
pound down the rails and it's tie down the tents,
Get that canvas flag a-flying.
Well, let
the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind
Following them fairgrounds
a-calling.
Well, it's roll into town straight to the fairgrounds
Just behind the
posters that are hanging
And it's fill up every space with a different kind of
face
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Get the dancing girls in front, get the
gambling show behind,
Hear that old music box a-banging.
Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up
and down the midway aisles
We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.
It's a-drag
it on down by the deadline in the town,
Hit the old highway by the morning
And it's ride
yourself blind for the next town on time
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
As
the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime
Drinking red wine as we're rolling,
Many a
turnin' I turn, many a lesson I learn
From following them fairgrounds a-calling.
And
it's roll back down to St. Petersburg
Tie down the trailers and camp 'em
And the money
that we made will pay for the space
From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling |
