Broken Down Ole Merry-Go-Round

The sadness of that broken down
Ole merry-go-round (merry-go-round)
It's music box is silent now
It can't make a sound (can't make a sound)
Once it's shiny horses all seem to say
Children climb upon my back, and play
And when you're grown up, think of yesterday
Please don't let my shiny paint fade away

When I was young
I had such fun
Riding the round
On the merry-go-round
Faster, faster I would cry
But it kept slowing down
And finally it stopped

The sadness of that broken down
Ole merry-go-round (merry-go-round)
A lonely child is waiting, but it's not turning around
Now it's broken, horses all seem to say
Little one go home, we cannot play
Grown up stopped remembering yesterday
They have let my shiny paint fade away

The sadness of that broken down
Ole merry-go-round (merry-go-round)
All the children's laughter
I can still hear the sound (still hear the sound)