Imagine all the heartaches and tears
Only forty people livin' there today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank had been torn down
Racin' for a ringling Friday night
In twenty-seven years of beer
Tho we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog
Church windows broken, that place ain't been used in years
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
Ringling, ringling, slippin' away
It's a dyin' little town
So we hopped back in the rental car and we hit the cruise control
Ringling, ringling, you're just slippin' away
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
Been there twenty-seven years
And electric trains, they run by maybe once or twice a month
And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
Easin' it on down to Mussel Shell
It's a dyin' little town
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
