Brown County Fair Songtext
von Peter Mayer

There′s music on CDs
Magazines of all kinds
And computers and TVs
For amusing the mind

But in the late days of summer
Nothing nearly compares
To just seeing each other
At the Brown County Fair

You can meet Larry Little
Taste his prize pickles, homegrown
And hear Grace play the fiddle
Who's just seven years old

There are girls boys are teasing
In the caramel apple air
Of the warm August evening
At the Brown County Fair


If the stock market fails you
Give the ring toss a try
And if loneliness ails you
Stick around for a while

′Cause there's a band playing later
You can dance in a square
Promenade and greet your neighbor
At the Brown County Fair

If you're tired of walking
You can sit with your slush
Pass the time people watching
And you might fall in love

With the face of a stranger
Young and old strolling there
Across the unhurried acres
Of the Brown County Fair

There′s a light inside of people
Sometimes seen in the eyes
And it hides like a recluse
In these complicated times


Some say that it shines out
A bit more frequently there
For just five bucks you can find out
At the Brown County Fair

Some say that it shines out
A bit more easily there
Just five bucks you can find out
Oh, at the Brown County Fair