| Lyrics: | 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,
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