| Song | Big Tops |
| Artist | Steve Wariner |
| Album | Burnin' The Roadhouse Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hummon, Wariner | |
| As long as the ferris wheel spins 'round | |
| Makin' the night bright as day | |
| I know our love will shine about | |
| And keep the darkness at bay | |
| I know you'll see the man you love | |
| But not the man that I am | |
| I pray that I can win you a prize | |
| And the summer will never end | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They're firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they're loading 'em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they're bringing the big tops down | |
| The kids are all grown and gone | |
| It's awful quiet at night | |
| And we're both feeling all alone | |
| Though we're lying side by side | |
| We hover around this haunted house | |
| Like a couple of ghosts | |
| The laughing, the crying, the lovin', the fightin' | |
| I don't know what I miss the most | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They're firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they're loading 'em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they're bringing the big tops down | |
| I keep standing by the window listening for the sound | |
| For the wheels of love rolling coming back around | |
| Coming back around, Baby | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They're firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they're loading 'em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they're bringing the big tops down | |
| They're bringing the big tops down | |
| They're bringing the big tops down | |
| They're bringing the big tops down... |
| zuo ci : Hummon, Wariner | |
| As long as the ferris wheel spins ' round | |
| Makin' the night bright as day | |
| I know our love will shine about | |
| And keep the darkness at bay | |
| I know you' ll see the man you love | |
| But not the man that I am | |
| I pray that I can win you a prize | |
| And the summer will never end | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They' re firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they' re loading ' em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
| The kids are all grown and gone | |
| It' s awful quiet at night | |
| And we' re both feeling all alone | |
| Though we' re lying side by side | |
| We hover around this haunted house | |
| Like a couple of ghosts | |
| The laughing, the crying, the lovin', the fightin' | |
| I don' t know what I miss the most | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They' re firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they' re loading ' em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
| I keep standing by the window listening for the sound | |
| For the wheels of love rolling coming back around | |
| Coming back around, Baby | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They' re firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they' re loading ' em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
| They' re bringing the big tops down | |
| They' re bringing the big tops down | |
| They' re bringing the big tops down... |
| zuò cí : Hummon, Wariner | |
| As long as the ferris wheel spins ' round | |
| Makin' the night bright as day | |
| I know our love will shine about | |
| And keep the darkness at bay | |
| I know you' ll see the man you love | |
| But not the man that I am | |
| I pray that I can win you a prize | |
| And the summer will never end | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They' re firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they' re loading ' em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
| The kids are all grown and gone | |
| It' s awful quiet at night | |
| And we' re both feeling all alone | |
| Though we' re lying side by side | |
| We hover around this haunted house | |
| Like a couple of ghosts | |
| The laughing, the crying, the lovin', the fightin' | |
| I don' t know what I miss the most | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They' re firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they' re loading ' em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
| I keep standing by the window listening for the sound | |
| For the wheels of love rolling coming back around | |
| Coming back around, Baby | |
| But the circus is leaving town | |
| They' re firing all the clowns | |
| And the hum of the trucks | |
| As they' re loading ' em up | |
| Makes a lonesome sound | |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
| Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
| They' re bringing the big tops down | |
| They' re bringing the big tops down | |
| They' re bringing the big tops down... |