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