Bandy the Rodeo Clown

Who was once a bull-hooking son of a gun? Now who keeps a pint hid out behind chute number one? Who was riding high 'til a pretty girl rode him to the ground? Any kid knows where to find me, I'm Bandy the rodeo clown In the riding and the roping, I was closing in on number one Now in dreams at night, I ride on that silver saddle I never won Since she left me, the whiskey, takes me to the rodeo grounds Where the cowboys think I'm handy, I'm Bandy the rodeo clown And I could ride 'em all, the bulls and the broncs knew I was boss But the ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more than this old cowboy's bones While the tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a frown The crowd thinks I'm a dandy, I'm Bandy the rodeo clown And I could ride 'em all, the bulls and the broncs knew I was boss But the ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more than this old cowboy's bones While the tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a frown The crowd thinks I'm a dandy, I'm Bandy the rodeo clown