Ringling, Ringling

Ringlin', Ringlin'
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 sheriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin' it on down to Mussel Shell

Ringlin', Ringlin'
Slippin' away
Only forty people, livin' there today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has 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 heartaches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer

So we hopped back in the rent-a-car
And we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of site
Though we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy, and a dog
Racin' for a Ringlin' Friday night

Ringlin', Ringlin'
You're just slippin' away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
'Cause streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
Yeah, it's a dyin' little town