That Song About The Midway

I met you on 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 heard you can! Can you fly Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky I followed with the sideshows to another town And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice I heard your bid once or twice Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price Pack it in I heard you did! Pack it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win So lately you've been hiding - it was somewhere in the news And I'm still at these races with my 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, overtime I've lost my fire overtime Always playin' one more hand for one more dime Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down And I envy you the valley that you've found 'Cause I'm midway down the midway Slowin' down, down, down, down