Lyrics

In The Middle Of The Fringe
Lyrics and Music by Woody Russell / ©℗ 2004, Woody Russell, Cats Up The Street Music, ASCAP

Waiting on a Greyhound, waiting on a rising sun
Heading for the big time where the work is much more fun
I can juggle, I can sing and I’m a fire breathing son-of-a-gun
I’ll join a traveling show and find a girl who wants to be the one

There must be someplace in the middle of the fringe
Where I fit in, where I fit in
Might be a bit of a jam, but I don’t give a damn
There must be someplace for me
In the middle of the fringe

Mother’s a drunk, Daddy’s dead and sister’s whoring stole away her charm
So in a puff of diesel smoke the tether broke and I left the farm
See, I’ve got talent; I can swallow a blade just as long as your arm
But no one understands, everybody acts so alarmed

There must be someplace in the middle of the fringe
Where I fit in, where I fit in
Might be a bit of a jam, but I don’t give a damn
There must be someplace

There must be someplace in the middle of the fringe
Where I fit in, where I fit in
Might be a bit of a jam, but I don’t give a damn
There must be someplace for me

I’ve met a sideshow gal, limber as a willow
Strong as a tiger, soft as a pillow
With tricks up her sleeve, an ace in the hole
And she has shown me the ropes
But her heart will never be more than made of coal
Her heart will never be more than made of coal
Cold, black coal

There must be someplace in the middle of the fringe
Where I fit in, where I fit in
Might be a bit of a jam, but I don’t give a damn
There must be someplace

There must be someplace in the middle of the fringe
Where I fit in, where I fit in
Might be a bit of a jam, but I don’t give a damn
There must be someplace with my name on it
In the middle of the fringe