| Well, he used to be a pretty good rodeo clown
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| People loved to watch him horse around
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| When that rank black bucked em all down
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| He was a pretty good rodeo clown
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| Till he met the gal who sold the souvenirs
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| He could make her smile from ear to ear
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| They stayed up all night drinkin rodeo beer
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| He was a pretty good rodeo clown
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| He dont laugh much anymore
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| Since she locked her trailer door
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| Tears and grease paint will not mix
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| And old dogs will not learn new tricks
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| Hes got that smile painted on,
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| nobody knows somethins wrong
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| She broke his funny bone
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| Broke his funny bone
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| When that new young bull rider came on the circuit
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| Oh in about, eight seconds flat she was gone
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| Now he asks himself if she was worth it You can hide your heart in a barrel for just so long
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| He dont laugh much anymore
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| Since she locked her trailer door
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| Tears and grease paint will not mix
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| And old dogs will not learn new tricks
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| Hes got that smile painted on,
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| and we all knew what was wrong
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| She broke his funny bone |