Every year when summer comes around They stretch a banner 'cross the main street in town You can feel somethin' happenin' in the air Well, from Carol's house up on Telegraph Hill You can see the lights goin' up out in the soldiers' field Gettin' ready for the county fair
County fair, county fair Everybody in town will be there So come on, hey, we're goin' down there Well, little girl with the long blond hair Come win your daddy one of them stuffed bears Baby, down at the county fair
Now you'll be hangin' tight when we hit the top And that roller coaster's ready to drop You'll be braggin' that you wasn't even scared Well, baby, you know I just love the sound Of the pipe organ on the merry-go-round Baby, down at the county fair
County fair, county fair, etc.
Now at the north end of the field, well, they set up a stand And they got a little rock roll band And people dancin', yeah, out in the open air Well, it's James Young The Immortal Ones Just two guitars, baby, bass and drums Rockin' out at the county fair
County fair, county fair, etc.
Now it's gettin' late but 'fore we head back to town We let the fortune wheel spin 'round Oh mister, tell me what's waitin' out there On my way out I steal a kiss in the dark I hope I can remember where our car's parked Baby, at the county fair
Now off down the highway there's a last stream of cars As we sit awhile in my front yard With the radio playin' somethin' low I pull Carol close to my heart And I lean back and stare up at the stars Oh I wish I never had to let this moment go
