Bring It Down							
Words and Music by Bill Spagnardi and Joe Spagnardi

Mary McGowen trains her circus of fleas 
Since the Cavalry took Buster to go and stand with Custer, she’s down on her knees
She looks out at Jojo Pierrot, he’s got nowhere to hide
Once drove the lead car, but then he hit the fruit jar, now he limps alongside

Peter Braun the big beast, Jebediah’s right hand
If your gonna work the hustle, it pays to have some muscle from the World’s Strongest Man
Horses trot into Greenville, with their buggies in tow
It’s King Jeb Carter’s Royal Band of Martyrs Magic Medicine Show

	When it’s all over bring it down 
	Heaven’s just another town (step right up, folks, gather round)
	Hitch ‘em up and put on the crown
	When it’s all over bring it down

Simon the Georgia Minstrel stumbles crossing the stage 
Since emancipation, he’s built a reputation, but still feels enslaved
Johnny the Gyp hawks tonic, step right up to his booth
“The stuff will never fail ya!  It cures all that ails ya!  It’s the fountain of youth!”

Father Fitzpatrick, he’s a dirty, old soul
Lost his inspiration, turned to temptation, to fill up the hole
He searches for Judy the Hellcat, she’s a cold-hearted bawd 
Puts ‘em in a state of bliss, with a come-on and a kiss, then gives ‘em the claw

	When it’s all over bring it down 
	Heaven’s just another town (step right up, folks, gather round)
	Hitch ‘em up and put on the crown
	When it’s all over bring it down

“Son of a gun,” wails Fats, to his wooden pal Slim
At night you’ll hear him shrieking, he doesn’t know whose speaking, the puppet or him
Advance into Vicksburg marching, Jebediah and fools
Where the Doc lost his silver, gamblin’ down the river, so he hocked all his tools

“Holy Virginia,” Jim swears, “She’s the pride of the South.”
Though she eats the fire, she’s the object of desire when the swords in her mouth
Madame Magdola’s fortune, she turns the card and she cries
She sees the bitter end of a dear, hallowed friend, which Peter denies

	When it’s all over bring it down 
	Heaven’s just another town (step right up, folks, gather round)
	Hitch ‘em up and put on the crown
	When it’s all over bring it down

Ghost in the big top, there’s a hush in the crowd
Fitzy gives the last rites, Jojo guides the whale light through the murky black cloud
It’s ole Jebediah Carter, he’s the king of the troupe
Born with scoliosis, lived with tuberculosis, now he’s dying of croup

Pallbearers kneel in Natchez, there’s no need for the Doc
Johnny brings the oil, with the serpent in a coil, on top of the clock
“Its good for the soul” cries Madame, but Jebediah makes his last call 
Thinks of lucky sevens, looks up to the heavens, and watches it fall

	When it’s all over bring it down 
	Heaven’s just another town (step right up, folks, gather round)
	Hitch ‘em up and put on the crown
	When it’s all over bring it down


© by Bill Spagnardi & Joe Spagnardi.  All rights reserved.