a warm breeze walks a handbill
up the empty street
from the show which had been
on the outskirts of town
all lights and fury far into the cool night
just a dusty track now fading out
just taffy wrappers and dime fortune teller cards
leading away
into the mornings highways memories
just photographs of awkward smiles
and plastic dolls won as a prize
she came through town that way
some years ago
and she had caught your imagination
and your heart
in a velvet dress she bid people come
to the edge of town to see the wonders
to see the might of the weak man
see the small heart of the big man
come see the wonders of the wide mysterious world
seven wonders for seven cents
she was a pretty thing
that you would think to see
in the finest company
with the prettiest jewels
but you would see her at the end of the show
her hair let down and flowing like a thick dream
prettiest you've ever seen
with the weak man in her arms
the kind if lovin grace to her eyes
just then you couldn't find the heart to disturb them
with your questions and camera
so you let her go
just to be one of thouse memories
that the highway holds dear
places far away
people strange and true
of the worlds prettiest girl
and the worlds weakest lucky man
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
a warm breeze walks a handbill
up the empty street
from the show which had been
on the outskirts of town
all lights and fury far into the cool night
just a dusty track now fading out
just taffy wrappers and dime fortune teller cards
leading away
into the mornings highways memories
just photographs of awkward smiles
and plastic dolls won as a prize
she came through town that way
some years ago
and she had caught your imagination
and your heart
in a velvet dress she bid people come
to the edge of town to see the wonders
to see the might of the weak man
see the small heart of the big man
come see the wonders of the wide mysterious world
seven wonders for seven cents
she was a pretty thing
that you would think to see
in the finest company
with the prettiest jewels
but you would see her at the end of the show
her hair let down and flowing like a thick dream
prettiest you've ever seen
with the weak man in her arms
the kind if lovin grace to her eyes
just then you couldn't find the heart to disturb them
with your questions and camera
so you let her go
just to be one of thouse memories
that the highway holds dear
places far away
people strange and true
of the worlds prettiest girl
and the worlds weakest lucky man
(i sold t-shirts (as an independent) at several carnival shows, and got to know several carnies...especially one girl in particular who took care of horses, she will always have a special place in my heart)
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