| D | D/C | D/B | D/A | E7 | A7 | D | |
| Intro: |
| D | D/C | D/B | D/A | E7 | A7 | D | |
| Chorus: |
| D | E7 | G | D | |
| Ringling, Ringling | slippin\' away | Only forty people livin\' | there today |
| D | E7 | G | A7 | D | |
| Streets are dusty, and the | bank has been torn down | It\'s a | dyin\' little | town |
| D | E7 | |
| Church window\'s broken, that place | ain\'t been used in years |
| G | A7 | D | |
| Jail don\'t have a | sheriff or a | cell |
| E7 | |
| And electric trains, they run by maybe | once or twice a month |
| G | A7 | D | |
| Easin\' it on | down to Mussel | Shell |
| Repeat chorus |
| Bridge: |
| A | |
| And a | cross from the bar there\'s a pile of beer cans |
| D | |
| Been there twenty seven years |
| E7 | A7 | |
| I | magine all the heartaches and tears in | 27 years of beer |
| D | E7 | |
| So we | hopped back in the rent-a-car and we | hit the cruise control |
| G | A7 | D | |
| Pretty soon the | town was out of | sight |
| E7 | |
| But we left behind a fat barmaid, a | cowboy and a dog |
| G | A7 | D | |
| Bracin\' for a | Ringling Friday | night |
| Chorus: |
| D | E7 | G | D | |
| Ringling, Ringling | slippin\' away | I wonder how many people will be | there a year from today |
| D | E7 | G | A7 | D | |
| Streets are dusty, and the | bank has been torn down | It\'s a | dyin\' little | town |
| G | A7 | D | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | E7 | A7 | D | |
| Yeah, | It\'s a | dyin\' little | town |