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      Church 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 Shell      Ringling, 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 town      And 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 beer      So 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 night      Ringling, 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