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County Fair

 

I’m gonna take my guitar down to the county fair

and play among the bell’s chime, and the people passing by.

The smell of funnel cake in the August air,

my guitar case open wide, and

I’m playing down at the county fair tonight.

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The gravel ain’t too rocky at the tarot lady’s booth.

Foot traffic’s steady and she always treats me nice.

She tells me that I’m wise beyond my youth,

she says my futures bright.

I’m playing down at the county fair tonight.

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Hey mister, got a dollar?  I got a tune.

Any old pocket change will do.

I’m saving all I can, gonna leave this town

when I graduate in June.

Hey mister, got a dollar?  I got a tune.

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I can sometimes bum a cigarette from old Paul, sellin' beer.

He rolls his own and tries to teach me how to make ‘em tight.

He says music ain’t been good in fifty years.

I guess he may be right, but

I’m playing down at the county fair tonight.

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Hey mister, got a dollar?  I got a tune.

Any old pocket change will do.

I’m saving all I can, gonna leave this town

when I graduate in June.

Hey mister, got a dollar?  I got a tune.

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I’ll be back some day, but it won’t be the same.

I’ll be singing on the radio,

and I’ll just be touring through.

Gonna leave this town when I graduate in June.

Hey mister, got a dollar?  I got a tune.

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