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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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