Dusty Old Fairgrounds lyrics

by Bob Dylan

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.
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