By Mark A. Garcia
I am a carnie and my name is Sam
Drive 'round the country in a beat up red van
I'm co- partner of a ride called 'The Slam' have a gal named Val
She's got one crooked hand.
Like a great river our caravan rolls through mountains high to the cities below
Wash peoples cares away as they stand
In the bright light of carnival land
I live in Carnival land faces glow stomachs full carnival land
Time passes slowly like the wave of a hand
I live in Carnival land
My Dad was a dreamer who never quite made a stand
So he worked and he drank and showed me the back of his hand.
I lay in my room and dreamt of a far way land
Till I found home in Carnival land
I live in Carnival land a child pulls a father throws in carnival land
Time passes slowly like the flow of the land
I live in Carnival land
One night I looked out from my window berth
I swear I could see the end of the earth
I thanked the lord that he made me a man for slam n Val in this 'Carnal' Val land
I live in Carnival land I'm part of the flow in the electric soul of Carnival land
Time passes slowly like the moon across the van
I live in Carnival land
Time passes slowly like the final turn of the 'Slam'
I live in Carnival land
Time passes slowly like the sweet touch of her hand
I live in Carnival land.
I am a carnie and my name is Sam
