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 sheriff 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 barmaid, 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