Country-Fried Fair


Do you have fond memories of going to the county fair? The rides were fun, but I mostly remember the smells of the fair food: greasy, sugary, and a treat we got to have once a year. This was in the days before Hot Dog on a Stick came into every mall. We had to wait till the L.A. County Fair in Pomona opened the week after school started to get a hot dog on a stick and a hand-dipped ice cream rolled in nuts.

This is song #30 for November 30, the last of my PaSoWriMo challenge lyrics. I reached my goal of 30 lyrics in 30 days. Some of them are already being musicated by co-writers. One, “No Alcohol Beyond This Point” is fully demoed and ready to post. Watch for it.

Thanks to those of you who have encouraged me along the way with your comments and facebook posts. Let’s do it again next year!

COUNTRY-FRIED FAIR
by Pam Bowen

CHORUS:
COME ONE, COME ALL IN EVERY TOWN!
BRING SOME MONEY, AND WE’LL CHOW DOWN.
SMELL HOT GREASE AND SUGAR IN THE AIR.
I’LL MEET YOU AT THE COUNTRY-FRIED FAIR.

Verse 1:
Chicken strips
Fish-n-chips
Fried burritos
Five taquitos
Hot hush puppies
Deep fried Twinkies
Hot dogs on sticks
Battered Snickers

CHORUS

Verse 2:
Funnel cakes ‘n’
Chocolate bacon
Cotton candy
Kettle corn
Soft ice cream in
A waffle cone
Nothing’s better’n
Battered butter

CHORUS

Bridge:
What’s the matter?
You don’t wanna get fatter?

CHORUS

© Pamella M. Bowen

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