County Fair

Goin' down to the county fair Even though I met you there Doesn't mean I love you Took a ride on the carousel Got on the Gravitron 'Til I didn't feel well I know it never made you sick Lots of things never made you sick Like riding in the back of the bus Eating food that truckers bought We were just sixteen, born in 1993 Fannie Mae cleaned out your dad's IRA So you couldn't go to college You just stuck around town 'Til one day you find yourself It's good enough for now Got a part time job at the flower shop Trimming the trees and driving a truck You work with a high school kid who sells you pot La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da Tears went down your face When you threw your trophies away Fannie Mae cleaned out your dad's IRA Hooray! Goin' down to the county fair Even though I met you there Doesn't mean I love you I guess I never loved you I guess I never loved you I guess I never loved you