| Tattoo’d lady, bearded baby, they’re my family
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| When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be
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| Where I could wish for pennies, if we had any
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| You’d meet me down at the shooting gallery
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| Yes, I’m a fair ground baby, wonder what made me
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| Fall for the Pearly Queen
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| I spent my youth under canvas roof
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| As I roamed from town to town
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| I’m not fooling when I say I got no schoolin'
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| Never like the school bell sound
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| From the caravan, I hear the fairground band
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| Sounding good as they can be
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| You know I can’t be found
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| If you look around, tomorrow we’ll be gone by dawn, alright
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| Now hear it on the loud speaker say
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| The fire eater is a real fine sight to see
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| Yeah, he’s a death cheater, some kind of central heater
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| Be sure to save a seat for me, hey
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| Let me tell you 'bout wicked Sadie
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| She’s no baby, the law came and tried to close her sideshow down
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| But soon she had the, the cheering
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| The police chief wearing her garter for a crown
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| I spent my youth under canvas roof
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| As I roamed from town to town
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| Not fooling when I say I got no schoolin'
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| Never like the school bell sound
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| From the caravan, I hear the fairground band
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| Sounding good as they can be
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| You know I can’t be found
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| If you look around, tomorrow we’ll be gone by dawn, yeah, yeah
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| Tattoo’d lady, bearded baby, they’re my family
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| When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be
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| Where I could wish for pennies, if we had any
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| You’d meet me down at the shooting gallery
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| Tattoo’d lady |