Big Top

Nashville trucker and the clowns of the summer Dust on the soles of their feet The roar of the crowd in the sleepiest town That the circus has ever seen My baby she feels like the morning And she's hooked me like heartache like tarn And she never grows tired of the water She never grows tired of the wine She's tough like turpentine Mad carnie suns mixed with long barrel guns Hide their coat tails in the hay Cheap metal markets, top bottles and rockets And ponies painted grey My baby is soft like molasses Like cigarettes corners and thieves When she's hungry she looks for the garden When she's scared she looks for me She's hard like kerosene My baby she's calm like the lightening And her fingers are soft to the touch Just a matchbox quilt and a camera My baby don't ask for much, no my baby don't ask for much My baby she shakes when it thunders And she hides it but not very well She knows all my carious secrets My baby will never tell, my baby will never tell And she dances like fresh Spanish roses And she loves me like candy, like rain My baby she don't have to tell me My baby don't need to explain, my baby don't need to explain She calls me at midnight on Sundays When the lights run the big top goes down I've been known to shoot out the sunrise When my baby ain't around, when my baby aint around