| If you ever go out to the circus
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| Where the Wallendas walk on the wire
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| I’ll tell you a tale to remember
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| When the white horses leap rings of fire
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| It was a cold night in Oklahoma
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| The show was about to begin
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| The animals they were all restless
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| When the star horse she broke from her pen
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| She was a mare of high spirit
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| Just like a whore on Saturday night
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| She’s kickin’and buckin’past the men who were brushin'
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| The elephants lyin’on their sides
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| Next to the tent sat some lanterns
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| They were dangerously close to the hay
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| That mare headed straight for those lanterns
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| Some fool had put there by mistake
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| Then up stepped some Indian Cowboy
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| His lasso went whirlin’throught the air
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| In the full dead middle of danger
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| He roped that runaway mare
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| Then the elephants raised up their trumpets
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| Two of them broke from their chains
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| Stampeded that Indian Cowboy
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| Who had saved the big top from flames
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| So if you ever go out to the circus
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| Where the Wallendas walk on the wire
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| You just remember that Indian Cowboy
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| When the white horses leap rings of fire |