Lyrics:

by Bob Dylan



Well, its all up from Florida at the start of the spring,

The trucks and the trailers will be winding

Like a bullet well shoot for the carnival route.

Were 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,

Were 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.

Were following them fairgrounds a-calling.



As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels,

Ive gazed from the trailer window laughing.

Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright.

Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.



Its a-many a friend that follows the bend,

The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers.

Well, Ive spent my time with the fortune-telling kind

Following them fairgrounds a-calling.



Oh, its pound down the rails and its tie down the tents,

Get that canvas flag a-flying.

Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind

Following them fairgrounds a-calling.



Well, its roll into town straight to the fairgrounds

Just behind the posters that are hanging

And its 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

Were following them fairgrounds a-calling.



Its a-drag it on down by the deadline in the town,

Hit the old highway by the morning

And its ride yourself blind for the next town on time

Following them fairgrounds a-calling.



As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime

Drinking red wine as were rolling,

Many a turnin I turn, many a lesson I learn

From following them fairgrounds a-calling.



And its roll back down to St. Petersburg

Tie down the trailers and camp em

And the money that we made will pay for the space

From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.