| He’s got jokes & a million dollar style
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| A stage & a story he can make the crowd roar
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| Yea he sure knows how to make a man smile
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| He’ll put on a wig, or he’ll dance a jig
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| & everyone for miles
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| Come to sit & laugh when the funny man … Smiles
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| A full house tonight. |
| He’s got em laughing out loud
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| He sings them a song 'bout his crazy mom
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| & thanks them for coming out
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| When he leaves the stage his mind drifts away
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| To his wife & his kids & good times
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| When he’s all alone, the funny man … Cries
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| «It ain’t funny no more», says the funny man
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| «This life I’m longing for — is a house that’s built on sinking sand
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| & where’s the laughter, happy ever after? |
| I just don’t understand.»
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| There’s nothin' sadder than. |
| Tears of a funny man
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| A house in the hills, a 4-car parking garage
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| His face on the tv. |
| Lord it hasn’t been easy, but he’s finally at the top
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| But his family who loves him, they stayed in Tulsa
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| They visit every once in a while
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| Lately that’s the only time, that the funny man … Smiles
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| On Tuesday morning he wakes up, locks his house up tight
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| Aims his pickup toward that Oklahoma line.
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| He says, «It ain’t funny no more, I’m headed home
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| This life I’m longing for, The soccer games & fishin' poles
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| & I’ve been missin' my little boys kisses. |
| I finally understand.»
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| Through the tears that he still cries
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| The funny man … smiles
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| And the funny man drives |