Too Long at the Fair

(Joel Zoss)

From the album Rarities

Jesus cried, he wept and died; I guess he went up to heaven. I’ve been downtown such a long, long time, I’ll never make it home by seven. Won’t you come and take me home? I’ve been too long at the fair and Lord I just can’t stand it anymore.

I went down to Chasen’s, walked till my feet were sore but I never knew what laughing was till you walked out the door. Won’t you come and take me home? I’ve been too long at the fair and Lord I just can’t stand it anymore.

Give my soul to Abraham; give my soul to Saul. Give my bones to Canada; my teeth they don’t hurt at all. I don’t know who made the highway; I guess that’s just my pride. But I have seen the Prince of Darkness on his charger ride. The silver blade is gleaming. The scales are in his hand. I swear the night is falling. Don’t you lose another man. Won’t you come and take me home? I’ve been too long at the fair Lord. I just can’t stand it anymore.