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Been kickin sawdust
In these clothes
For a blue moon
And a red nose
The boys will put 'em up
And tear 'em down
Well wash away
The dirt
Just a glass a day
Aint gonna hurt
Pretty soon well move on
Out of town
We pass them by
Across the plains
We dont even try
To catch the names
Its supper-time and their kids
Are home from school
They draw the shades
On their shops
While we go a'checking
Through the props
And putting on the paint
To play the fool
Then we're rollin on
Rollin' on
Feeling, better
Than we did last night
Rollin on rollin on
Its hard some times
Pretty much its alright
Ill go soft shoe
When it rains
Ill go shuffle through
The aches and pains
Mr. young at heart
Thats what I try to be
They all laugh
And cry
They get to feeling better
And that is why
If it was good for you
Truly it was good for me
Then we're rollin on
Rollin on
Feeling better
Than we did last night
Rollin on rollin on
Its hard sometimes
Pretty much its alright