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Ride this train to any county fair in this land
Now, here's a hardworking happy people
Ms. Jones baked the finest pie for the contest this year
And Mr. Brown's got the biggest, fattest ol' sow you ever saw
And all the kids are eatin' popcorn and cotton candy
This is Chester, South Carolina
And that year at the fair, my papa brought us all down in a wagon
And on the way down we picked up another family
That lived up the creek
I was just a little boy, but I remember I kept asking papa
"How much farther is it, how much farther is it?"
Haha, we had a young heifer tied to the wagon
That papa just knew was gonna take first prize
I didn't have no doubt about that heifer winning first prize
But the main thing I was interested in was something else
Papa had under his seat at the front of the wagon
And that was an ol' dobro that I thought papa played
Like nobody else in the world
I guess by real musical standards
Papa didn't know too much about music
But I'll tell you that night at the fair
When he played in the dance band
I just had to stay awake and sit up there
And listen to papa play the dobro
My papa was a hobo when they delivered me
We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee
But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery
Papa played the dobro this a-way, and he'd go
When company would come around he kept the dobro hid
He knew he couldn't play the way the other players did
Why, the guitar's resonator was a gallon-bucket lid
But papa played the dobro this a-way, and he'd go
Well, now that papa's gone away it's hangin' by the flue
The top of it's busted and the strings are rusted too
It won't ever sound the way that it did when it was new
When papa played the dobro this a-way, and he'd go
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