Lyrics

🎤 Title: “Smoke & Sirens (Fairground Shift)”
A country music/rap–style anthem for Western Idaho Fair staffing

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🎸 [Intro – acoustic guitar with trap beat fade-in]
(Low, gravelly voice)
Yeah…
Sun’s hot… fair’s loud…
And someone just passed out by the Tilt-A-Whirl.
Let’s ride.

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🎤 [Verse 1 – soulful and gritty]
I got a radio buzzin’ on my hip again,
Boots in the dirt, same story, new spin.
Ain’t no rodeo, but the bulls still charge,
And I’m holdin’ pressure on a kid in the livestock barn.

Grandma fainted at the pickle booth,
Some dude tripped tryin’ to impress his youth.
There’s corn dogs, chaos, a touch of despair —
But baby, we own the Western Idaho Fair.

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🎶 [Chorus – vibey and melodic]
Ohhh, we the ones in the heat and haze,
Dodgin’ goats, stackin’ saves.
From heat stroke blues to the ferris wheel fight,
We show up loud in the Idaho night.

Yeah, it’s sweat, sirens, and fried despair…
But I ain’t scared.
’Cause we run the fair.
Oh yeah… we run the fair.

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🎤 [Verse 2 – rap flow meets country grit]
Carnies yellin’, bands playin’ loud,
Someone’s cryin’ over deep-fried trout.
Fair queen’s limpin’ in platform boots,
And I’m chartin’ vitals near baby goats.

We don’t fold — we hydrate and flex,
Pushin’ Gatorade like it’s Percocet.
You might see me rock a fanny pack,
But I’m the reason Chad survived his snack attack.

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🎶 [Bridge – moody melodic with a beat drop]
🪕 We ain’t heroes, we just show up…
Wipe the sweat, then glow up.
One hand on a trauma pad,
Other hand in a fry cone, lookin’ bad…

🎤 But we got you — from the rodeo to the rave,
We ain’t here for the glory — just here to save.

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🎶 [Final Chorus – harmony & belt]
Ohhh, lights flash and the midway screams,
But we stay calm like it’s just a dream.
From seizure tents to barf on the stairs,
We show up hard for the Western Idaho Fair.

Yeah, it’s chaos, grit, and cotton-candy air…
But we ain’t scared.
’Cause we run the fair.

🎸 So sign up now… before the goats do.