Rodeo Clown

Sitting 'neath an apple tree In Edmond, Oklahoma Thinking of the days gone by And drinking my Corona Body beat all black and blue I've had less ups than I've downs I guess that's just all that I get As an old time rodeo clown Should I say another season? Is it worth what I will get? Money, pain and broken bones Those not broken yet I've been gored by bulls in Texas Stomped real hard in Abilene But, I got my worst damn beating By my ex, named Bobbie Jean With a bull you see it coming You just get out of the way But Bobbie Jean sideswiped me And I'll not forget that day Put on some clown makeup Some baggy pants, the game is on But, I came home from one junket And Bobbie Jean had up and gone I wasn't set to find this Fell in a bottle for a week It wasn't bad she left me It's that she took my hound dog, Zeke That hurt more than any beating I may have taken in the ring I can take the biggest brahma And the bruises it may bring But, Bobbie Jean done hurt me Blind sided me you'd say I know I'll not forgive her For taking my dog Zeke away Now, I sit and ponder One more empty by my side Am I fit enough to stay here? Can I stay for one last ride? I know it's a sad story Of a clown whose heart got broke But beneath the colored face paint I'm just an aging, sore cowpoke So I sit beneath this fruit tree In Edmond, Oklahoma Pondering my future As I drink one more Corona.