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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 |
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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 |
