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Bale of Hay at the County Fair 2 by Byron

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Bale of Hay at the County Fair 2

folk,neutral vocals

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[Verse 1]
i went down to the county fair to see what i could see, there came mr martin just a farting on a bale of hay
Sun slung low behind the tents, a carousel in slow parade
Sticky hands and paper crowns, the banner's seam beginning to fray
He hummed a tune the fiddles knew, a chuckle warm as apple pie
And in that honest country light, the whole town felt its worries fly
[Chorus]
County fair, lanterns swing and sway
County fair, we steal a little day
County fair, with laughter soft and spare
County fair — Mr. Martin and a bale of hay
[Verse 2]
Children chase the cotton clouds, the popcorn scents the night so sweet
The brass band hits a crooked beat, shoes stamp time along Main Street
Mr. Martin tips his well-worn hat, a ribbon frayed like summer rope
His boots tell stories of a life that learned to stitch itself with hope
Once a gust sent his hat to dance upon a prize pig's curly back
He laughed so loud the pie-seller paused, and all the ribbons fell in slack
[Chorus - variation]
County fair, where old songs always stay
County fair, a crooked grin lights the way
County fair, his laugh a lantern flare
County fair — we hold that memory in the air
[Bridge]
There was the smell of frying dough and hay, the clink of tin and traded charms
A boy won a wooden horse and rode it home beneath his mother's arms
Mr. Martin gave him half his ribbon, said, "Keep it for days when skies are gray"
And when the cornfields sleep each year, we pull his stories from the hay
A small mishap, a comic sound — a kindness wrapped up in a grin
That night the town was stitched together by the virtue of his sin
[Chorus - final]
County fair, lanterns swing and sway
County fair, we find the words to say
County fair, a ribbon, laugh, and prayer
County fair — Mr. Martin and a bale of hay
[Outro]
When wind blows through the winter fields and quiet settles where we stay
We hum the tune that warmed us once and picture lanterns led the way
So if you wander back, you'll find the bench, the lights, the silvered air
And there in memory's softer glow, he'll be a-keeping watch on that bale of hay
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