Wild Billys Circus Story

Intro: | G C | G
       C                   D  
The Machinist climbs his ferris 
                G
wheel like a brave
          C                     D 
And the fireeater's lyin' in a 
                           G
pool of sweat victim of the 
heatwave,
            C                 
Behind the tent the hired hand 
    D                       G
tightens his legs on the sword 
               C
swallowers blade,
                          G
Circus town's on the shortwave


         C            D           
Well the runway lies ahead like a 
            G
great false dawn,
    C                     D       
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo 
          G
sits in her chair and yawns,
        C                     D   
And the man-beast lies in his cage
             G
 sniffin' popcorn
       C                   D      
And the midget licks his fingers 
           G             C
and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
                   G
Circus town's been born.



            C                    
Whoa and a press roll drummer go, 
ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up
              G
 on that tightrope,
          C
With a cannon blast, lightin' flash,
 movin' fast through the tent, Mars 
bent,
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            G
He's gonna miss his fall,
                         D
Oh God save the human cannonball.



           C                  
And the flying Zambini's watch 
                    G
Marguarita do her neck twist,
           C                       
And the ringmaster gets the crowd 
                    Am  D
to count along: 95, 96, 97.



           C                     
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he 
            D                      
steals silently away from the 
     Em
circus grounds,
           C                    
And the highway's haunted by the 
    D
carnival sounds
                   Em              
They dance like a great greasepaint
   D           C
 ghost on the wind,
          Bm                    Em
A man in baggy pants, a lonely 
            C
face, a crazy grin,
          G             F         C
Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Em            G                  
Jesus, send some sweet women to save
D
 all your clowns



    C                        B
And circus boy dances like a monkey 
on barbed wire,
        C                     
And the barker romances with a 
 D                        G
junkie, she's got a flat tire,
            C                   
And now the elephants dance real 
 D             G              
funky and the band plays like a 
          C
jungle fire,
                     G
Circus town's on the live wire.



          C
And the strong man Sampson lifts the
 midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his 
shoulders, way up
And carries carries him on down the 
  G              C           
midway past the kids, past the 
    G               C           G
sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
          C                        
And the ferris wheel turns and 
   G                  Dsus       D
turns like it ain't ever gonna stop,
          Dsus                     
And the circus boss leans over and 
          D                    Dsus
whispers in the little boy's ear,
     C                      G
Hey son you want to try the big top?
      C                     G
All aboard, Nebraska's our next 
stop.


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