DESCRIPTION:
This is one I wrote. The character in the song is a ride operator on a traveling carnival.

Here are the lyrics:

Most people look down on me
From a seat on the Kamakazi
I sit at the center of the Gravitron
seems like everybody's moving on, but me

Come and take a ride on the Musicfest
If you've got three tickets you can be my guest
Behind dark glasses a beard and long hair
I haunt this operator's chair like a ghost

Ride on, ride on, the wheel turns
Ride on, ride on, Tilt-A-Whirls
Ride on, ride on, 'cause I know
I've got to keep moving on with the show, yeah

I'll do a jump tonight then one more after
Pulling the Zipper behind my tractor
They'll do a drug test to make sure I'm not dopin'
Gotta get these lights fixed before we get open
We set up and then we tear down
We pull in and then we leave town
Drive all night to the next spot
Wake up and we set up the lot once again

But I'm getting old and beaten down
My joints and bearings and gears are worn out
But when you die out here they don't bury you
They just have you work the ticket booth
Well I'm tired of walking these worn out shoes
Tired of living like a tree with no roots
I'm moving down the road my eyes on rear view
I've got no home in this world to go to