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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">Dusty Old Fairgrounds</h1>
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  16 <p>Written by Bob Dylan<br />
  17 Recorded in Town Hall, NY, 12 Apr. 1963 and intended for inclusion on
  18 the never-released live album <em>In Concert</em><br />
  19 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  24            G                          C            G
  25 Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring
  26                                     D(sus4)
  27 The trucks and the trailers will be winding
  28        G                          C        G
  29 Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route.
  30       G                        D             G         C/g   G
  31 We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
  32
  33 From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun
  34 'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em strambling
  35 Through the clear county lakes and lumberjack lands,
  36 We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
  37
  38 Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen
  39 'Cross them old Black Hills, keep 'em rolling
  40 Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana.
  41 We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  42
  43 As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels,
  44 I've gazed from the trailer window laughing.
  45 Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright.
  46 Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
  47
  48 It's a-many a friend that follows the bend,
  49 The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers.
  50 Well, I've spent my time with the fortune-telling kind
  51 Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  52
  53 Oh, it's pound down the rails and it's tie down the tents,
  54 Get that canvas flag a-flying.
  55 Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind
  56 Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  57
  58 Well, it's roll into town straight to the fairgrounds
  59 Just behind the posters that are hanging
  60 And it's fill up every space with a different kind of face
  61 Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  62
  63 Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind
  64 Hear that old music box a-banging.
  65 Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles
  66 Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  67
  68 It's a-drag it down by the deadline in the town,
  69 Hit the old highway by the morning
  70 And it's ride yourself blind for the next town on time
  71 Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  72
  73 As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime
  74 Drinking red wine as we're rolling,
  75 Many a turnin' I turn, many a lesson I learn
  76 From following them fairgrounds a-calling.
  77
  78 And it's roll back down to St Petersburg
  79 Tie down the trailers and camp 'em
  80 And the money that we made will pay for the space
  81 From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling
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