Ringling, ringling, slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little townChurch windows broken, that place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains, they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin' it on down to Mussel ShellRingling, ringling, slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank had been torn down
It's a dyin' little townAnd across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heartaches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beerSo we hopped back in the rental car and we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
Tho we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog
Racin' for a ringling Friday nightRingling, ringling, you're just slippin' away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town, it's a dyin' little town