Dusty old fairgrounds
par Bob Dylan
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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
Hit the old highway by the morning
And it´s ride yourself blind for the next town on time
Following them fairgrounds a-calling
As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime
Drinking red wine as we´re rolling
Many a turnin´ I turn, many a lesson I learn
From following them fairgrounds a-calling
And it´s roll back down to St. Petersburg
Tie down the trailers and camp ´em
And the money that we made will pay for the space
From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling
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
Hit the old highway by the morning
And it´s ride yourself blind for the next town on time
Following them fairgrounds a-calling
As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime
Drinking red wine as we´re rolling
Many a turnin´ I turn, many a lesson I learn
From following them fairgrounds a-calling
And it´s roll back down to St. Petersburg
Tie down the trailers and camp ´em
And the money that we made will pay for the space
From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling