He’s the dungaree kid
Sliding through the crowd
Ain’t got nothing
Daddy was a clown
Grew up in the circus
Where everything is loud
Seems a little nervous
About the distant, darkening clouds
Lucinda lost her left eye
Little Johnny’s got the crabs
Nobody wants to be here
But his mother, and her man
Lily left Sunday evening
With the world’s strongest man
Walked out through the forest
With a hammer in his hand,
oh lord With a hammer in his hand
He’s the dungaree kid
Sliding through the crowd
Ain’t got nothing
Daddy was a clown
Rain hits hard from heaven
Thunder rumbles down
Lightning stabs the big top
Burns it, to the ground
Saw the kid this morning
By the side of the road
Didn’t want to wake him up
He was dressed in some, pretty nice clothes
Put a coin in his back pocket
Took his watch and his chain
I’ll make it up somehow
Whenever I see him, again
He’s the dungaree kid
Sliding through the crowd
Ain’t got nothing
Daddy was a clown