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