Joel Plaskett - That Song About the Midway lyrics
[Joel Plaskett - That Song About the Midway lyrics]
Well, I met you at a midway
At a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby
In a black man's ear
You were playing on the horses
You were playing on the guitar strings
You were playing like a devil wearing wings
Wearing wings, you looked so grand
Wearing wings
Do you tape them to your shoulders
Just to sing?
Can you fly? I hear you can can you fly
Like an eagle
Doing your hunting from the sky?
Travel with the sideshows to another town
And I find you in a trailer
On the camping ground
You were betting on some lover
You were shaking up the dust
And I thought I saw you cheat once or twice
Once or twice, I heard you been
Once or twice
Were you wondering was the gamble
Worth the price?
Pack it in, I hear you did
Pack it in was it hard to fold a hand
You knew could win?
So lately you been hiding
It was somewhere in the news
And I'm still at these races
With these ticket stubs and my blues
And a voice calls out the numbers
And it sometimes mentions mine
And I feel like I've been working overtime
Over time, I've lost my fire over time
Oh, let's play one more hand
For one more dime
Slowing down and getting tired slowing down
Then I hand to you the value that you found
'Cause that midway down the midway
Slowin' down, down down, down
At a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby
In a black man's ear
You were playing on the horses
You were playing on the guitar strings
You were playing like a devil wearing wings
Wearing wings, you looked so grand
Wearing wings
Do you tape them to your shoulders
Just to sing?
Can you fly? I hear you can can you fly
Like an eagle
Doing your hunting from the sky?
Travel with the sideshows to another town
And I find you in a trailer
On the camping ground
You were betting on some lover
You were shaking up the dust
And I thought I saw you cheat once or twice
Once or twice, I heard you been
Once or twice
Were you wondering was the gamble
Worth the price?
Pack it in, I hear you did
Pack it in was it hard to fold a hand
You knew could win?
So lately you been hiding
It was somewhere in the news
And I'm still at these races
With these ticket stubs and my blues
And a voice calls out the numbers
And it sometimes mentions mine
And I feel like I've been working overtime
Over time, I've lost my fire over time
Oh, let's play one more hand
For one more dime
Slowing down and getting tired slowing down
Then I hand to you the value that you found
'Cause that midway down the midway
Slowin' down, down down, down