Been kicking sawdust in these clothes
For a blue moon and a red nose
The boys 'll put 'em up and tear 'em down
We'll wash away the dirt
Just a glass a day ain't gonna hurt
Pretty soon we'll move on out of here
We pass them by across the plains
We don't even try to catch their names
It's supper time and the kids are home from school
They draw the shades on their shops
While we go a-checkin' through the props
And putting on the paint to play the fool

Then rollin' home, rollin' on
Feeling better than we did last night
Rollin' home, rollin' on
It's hard some times but pretty much it's alright

I'll go softshoe when it rains
I'll go shuffle through the aches and pains
Mr young at heart is what I try to be
They all laugh and cry
They get to feeling better and that is why
If it was good for you
Truly it was good me

Then rollin' home, rollin' on
Feeling better than we did last night
Rollin' home, rollin' on
It's hard some times but pretty much it's alright

(Thanks to Ken for these lyrics)