Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Carnies


Liner Notes:Thanks to Ironman 70.3 Kansas for having Ironband out on the course again this year. And thanks to the hard-working Ironman Carnies for sharing their camp with us and for providing lyrics to this insightful tune about the Carny lifestyle.

carnies ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold,
they'd rather give you a hard time than diamonds or gold.

branson belt buckles and old tie-dye t-shirts
and each week begins a new race

if you dont understand them, and they dont die young,
they'll prob'ly just drive away

Mamas dont let your babies grow up to be carnies
dont let 'em drive forklifts and aid-station trucks
make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

mamas dont let your babies grow up to be carnies,
'cause they're never at home and they're slingin' cones
even with someone they love

carnies like smoky old sandbars and clear kona mornings,
car-bombs and hot moms, and buckets 'n' buckets of beer
them that don't know 'em dont like 'em, and them that do sometimes don't know how to take 'em
they ain't wrong they're just different, but their job wont let them do things to make you think they're right

Mamas dont let your babies grow up to be carnies
dont let 'em drive forklifts and aid-station trucks
make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

mamas dont let your babies grow up to be carnies,
'cause they're never at home and they're slingin' cones
even with someone they love