Besedila: Travis Tritt. My Honky Tonk History. Circus Leaving Town.

Before you draw the final curtain
Before the big top crashes down
Before you pack away my trunk case
I'd like to take a final bow
One last chance to hear the laughter
And see your face there in the crowd
One last moment in the spotlight
One last chance to be your clown

I guess you're tired of walkn' tightropes
Of settn' up and tearn' down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground
Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder
But that's still the place I'm bound
I'm a storm in search of thunder
I'm just a circus leavn' town

Once we could fill a room with laughter
And fill each other's hearts with joy
Through each trial and disaster
Still we cling to our choice
To take a path so unforgiving
A road that waits for no one
You know we chose to keep on living
Oh, tell me where did we go wrong

I guess you're tired of walkn' tightropes
Of settn' up and tearn' down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground
Don't try to break this spell I'm under
Or stop these wheels from spinn' round
I'm a storm in search of thunder
Yes I'm a circus leavn' town

Some day you'll wake up and wonder
And your heart will start to pound
And you'll long for the Thunder
And the kisses of a clown

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