Just one of the lapidary compositions of Joe Pug, whose songs are the earwormiest earworms that ever wormed their way into your ear, never to be dislodged.
I was born into a circus
But I ran off to join a home
Oh, they said that I was worthless
That my family died unknown
So it gets and so it goes
That’s what you get I suppose
For wanting somethin more
Than a life of walkin rows
I’m prone to mondegreens and I heard that last line, at first, as a life of walk-in robes. Because I interpret that song as a wry lecture to his former self, when he dropped out of college to go on the road as a singer-songwriter, I assumed it was a bourgeois life he was escaping, rather than the life of rural toil suggested by walkin rows. But I know nothing about his pre-College history, so I am making assumptions. The “you” in the song isn’t necessarily himself at all, either, of course. But I admit I still have a sneaking preference for walk-in robes.
There’s the studio version and other free downloads here. (Warning: more earworms.)