Down on the midway-ay
Night turned into day
Down at the fair
Down on the midway
Down on the midway-ay
Night turned into day
Down at the fair
Well, there's somebody making noise
And it's one of the foundry boys
He found a girl to romance
So he hasn't a care
They're walking hand in hand
Down by the barker's stand
Love is a game of chance
A straight or a pair
And love is a game of chance
A straight or a pair
Young family come into town
Put the kids on the merry-go-round
Young boys staring down their fears
Pointing up in the air
Lights tumble like shooting stars
On the barns and the bars and cars
Young girls in a house of mirrors
Combing their hair
Young girls in a house of mirrors
Combing their hair
And down on the midway
Down on the midway-ay
Night turned into day
Down at the fair
And down on the midway
Down on the midway-ay
Rag end of summer hangs
Up in the air
And after the country band
All stand around shaking hands
And the talk of the Summer's sins
Are a reason to stay
'Cause the end of the Summer's gone
With the coming of Monday morn
Start of the Fall begins
At the dawn of the day
And the start of the Fall begins
At the dawn of the day
And down on the midway
Down on the midway-ay
Night turned into day
Down at the fair
Young girls in a house of mirrors
Combing their hair
And the rag end of summer hangs
Up in the air