Been kickin’ sawdust

In these clothes

For a blue moon

And a red nose

The boys will 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 town

We pass them by

Across the plains

We don’t even try

To catch their names

It’s supper-time and their kids

Are home from school

They draw the shades

On their shops

While we go a'checking

Through the props

And putting on the paint

To play the fool

Then we're rollin’ on

Rollin' on

Feeling better

Than we did last night

Rollin’on rollin’ on

It’s hard sometimes

But pretty much it’s alright

I’ll go soft shoe

When it rains

I’ll go shuffle through

The aches and pains

"Mr. Young-at-heart"

That’s 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 for me

Then we're rollin’ on

Rollin’ on

Feeling better

Than we did last night

Rollin’ on rollin’ on

It’s hard sometimes

But pretty much it’s alright