| Last September at the state fair
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| Past the ferris wheel and bumper cars
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| The hypnotist, the jumping goats
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| Forgotten country music stars
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| There was a sign for Tiny Tina
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| From the wild’s of Arizona
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| Drinks just a thimble of water
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| Eats just a handful of straw
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| Tiny Tina, the world’s smallest horse
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| Just a dollar to go see her
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| Just a dollar to see that little horse
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| I rode the teacups, the tilt 'o whirl
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| Shot water guns at grinning clowns
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| I ate funnel cakes, chili dogs, fried beer
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| I saw the largest ear of corn
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| But as the fair lights shone at dusk
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| I stood there in that field of dirt
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| Thinking only of those little hooves
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| Trotting circles in the dark
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| Tiny Tina, the world’s smallest horse
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| Why didn’t I go see her?
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| Why didn’t I go see that little horse?
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| Why didn’t I go see that tiny horse?
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| Why didn’t I go see that little horse? |