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