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 till 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
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
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 clownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
