| Well the County Fair left quite a mess
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| In the county yard
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| Kids with eyes as big as dollars
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| Rode all the rides
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| Strip artists and con artists
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| Put on quite a show
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| And made some money
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| Then left town
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| Where they went I don’t know
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| Hey all you suckers
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| I heard a fat woman say
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| Come on in for fifty cents
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| You can stay in here all day
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| So I took a chance
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| I went inside
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| Wasn’t much there to see
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| So I asked her for my money back
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| And she just smiled at me
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| Saw Princess Tonyika taken off all her clothes
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| Rode some rides and played some games
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| Saw the Wild Man from Barneo
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| There was a black man playing the blues
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| Talked to some friends I hadn’t seen in a while
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| Through a football through a hoop
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| Well I saw them loading up their trucks
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| Taking down the rides
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| Folding up all the tents
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| There’s a full moon in the sky
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| Some were laughing some were cussing
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| As they worked
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| Saw one of them making love
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| To a local girl
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| I was minding my own business
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| It was quarter after two
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| When a fella walked up and said
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| Hey man
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| I remember you
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| And then he shoved me
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| And pulled out his knife
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| Stuck me three times in the chest
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| And I died that night
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| For the like of me I can’t remember
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| Who he was
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| And why he’d put a knife in me
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| In the dusty parking lot
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| Everybody said
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| What a shame it was
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| But he knew better than staying out
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| Past twelve o’clock
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| Some people put no value
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| On a human life
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| And there are places we all go
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| That just ain’t safe at night
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| If somebody would do this to me
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| They just might do it to you
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| So be careful where you go
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| And what you say or do
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| Well the County Fair left quite a mess
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| In the county yard |