Funny Bone

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