Recorded with The Mavericks in Nashville, 1996, by Russ Long at the Carport. Robert Reynolds, bass; Jerry Dale McFadden, piano; Paul Deakin, drums, Nick Kane, guitar. Prudence Johnson, backing vocal; Gary Rue, guitar and vocal.

Lyrics

When the Circus Comes To Town

We heard that whistle blow,
From Wardale’s Bridge of stone,
A mighty wail it was,
It thrilled us to the bone,

“They’ve been all ‘round the world!”
I heard somebody say,
With butterflies inside,
Our faces flushed with pride,
That they would pass this way,

The colored flags unfurled,
The tent rose to the sky,
Such wonder to behold!
Three golden rings, and I
Could never be held down,
Everybody comes ‘round,
When the Circus Comes To Town,

So graciously attired,
Our lady, brave and fair,
So high above our heads,
Colors everywhere,

“She’s been all ‘round the world!”
We marvel at her smile,
We gather at her feet,
She doesn’t miss a beat,
As she’s going out of style,

And as she glides to earth,
She garners her applause
Like roses, from the crowd
That’s always there because
She never lets them down,

Everybody comes ‘round,
When the Circus Comes To Town,

She never lets them down,
Everybody comes ‘round,
When the Circus Comes To Town.