Bob Dylan - "Dusty Old Fairgrounds" lyrics

by Bob Dylan
Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring,

The trucks and the trailers will be winding
Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route.
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.

From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun
'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em scrambling
Through the clear county lakes and the lumberjack lands,
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.

Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen
'Cross them old Black Hills, keep 'em rolling

Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana.
We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.
I've gazed from the trailer window laughing.
As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels,
Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright.
Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.

It's a-many a friend that follows the bend,
The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers.
Well, I've spent my time with the fortune-telling kind
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Oh, it's pound down the rails and it's tie down the tents,
Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind
Get that canvas flag a-flying.

Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Well, it's roll into town straight to the fairgrounds
Just behind the posters that are hanging
And it's fill up every space with a different kind of face
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind,

Hear that old music box a-banging.
Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles

We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Hit the old highway by the morning
It's a-drag it on down by the deadline in the town,
And it's ride yourself blind for the next town on time
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime

Many a turnin' I turn, many a lesson I learn
Drinking red wine as we're rolling,
From following them fairgrounds a-calling.

And it's roll back down to St. Petersburg
Tie down the trailers and camp 'em
From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-callingAnd the money that we made will pay for the space