ringling, ringling
buffett, jimmy
streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
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
only forty people livin' there today
`cause the streets are dusty and the bank had been torn down
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
though we left behind a fat barmaid
racin' for a ringling friday night
i wonder how many people will be there a year from today
`cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down