Funny Bone (Clark Guy)

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 Hes got that smile painted on, nobody knows somethings wrong She broke his funny bone Broke his funny bone 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 Hes got that smile painted on, and we all knew what was wrong She broke his funny bone