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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 town
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio 
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio

They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in 
And shy
dusty mama
Her face melted just like wax
Her once gazelle like features
Blooded by the Ajax

Received your picture postcard
Of the twosome of the one
in winter he's a bear 
Broken dusty mama 
Her face melted just like wax 

Her once gazelle like features 
Bloodied by the age axe 
Sepia picture
it's shady
Hundred-and-ten in the hot sun
Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies
See how they run

Called down the lightnin'
By
it's shady
Hundred-and-ten in the hot sun
Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies
See how they run

Called down the lightnin'
By
in winter he's a bear 
Broken dusty mama 
Her face melted just like wax 

Her once gazelle like features 
Bloodied by the age axe 
Sepia picture
First day of August
Last rain was in May
When the rainmaker came to Kansas
In the middle of a dusty day

The rainmaker said to the people
"Tell
and having his fun
It's all a show for he knows I won't run

That night in silence the town was asleep
I sat by my window and looked down the street
I wished
Will help rebuild this land
Through empty streets and dusty fields
We'll fight for what we need
Protected by our swords and shields
We can replant
CHORUS

A dusty road that smells so sweet
Paved with gold beneath my feet
And I'll be dancing down the street
When I get to the border
When I get
The sun dying on a dusty room
TV lying to me through the gloom
Even remote control
Can't change this mood

Get outta London, while the getting's good
(kinky friedman)

In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin'
In faded gabardine he used to stand 
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand. 
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
Leave it in the street
Toss it in the gutter
Set it down by your feet
Walk on, walk on
Walk on down the road
Walk on, walk on
No need to carry that
You rag yourself
From the resorted streets
Under a dusty Sun
Trying empty burrows, flats, stores
One by one
You're brothers, your friends,
All
down on this dusty old road
My throat is dry and I'm all alone
I remember when we walked side by side
When I was parched I would drink in your sight
Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street
a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeah

Never see it comin'
Piece of meat in the street, torn apart in the town
By the inflatable hands of a sinister clown
Bad bad men and they're coming to town (bad men)
Shot
these dusty acres 

Back to a fertle plain 

Reward him for his labor 

Put his life back in his hands 

He's waiting for a rain of angels
I had a girl, her name was Liezah, she had only one desire
To walk the cobbled streets alone, heading anywhere but home
With Crowley as her close
to have to take the long walk
A poker game and a fast stake
Of these Jack was the master
But a man called Pete
At the end of a dusty dusty street
He's just
I haven't slept for days now, and if that's not enough, I still wlak around in dreams, covered by these streets have silent voices and I'm fading
In this dusty little railroad town
Smack in the heart of the bible belt
Where nothing ever changes
While nothing remains the same
When first I saw