Lyric Ringling, ringling

Ringling, Ringling
Slippin away
Only forty people, livin there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It s a dyin little town

Church windows broken
That place ain t been used in years
Jail don t have a sherriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin it on down to Musselshell

Ringling, Ringling
Slippin away
Only forty people livin there today
`Cause the streets are dusty and the bank had been torn down
It s a dyin little town

And across from the bar there s a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heart aches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer

So we hopped back in the rental car
and we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
Tho we left behind a fat barmaind, a cowboy and a dog
Racin for a Ringling Friday night

Ringling, Ringling
Your just slippin away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
`Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It s a dyin little town
It s a dyin little town