Rodeo Clown Lyrics

He sits in his trailer

And puts on his make-up

He's a rodeo clown

He's good at his job

On his mirror there's a picture

Of a girl from his hometown

A smiling young lady

That he used to love

And he looks at the picture

But he doesn't quite see it

Just an Augustine Cowboy

In a looking glass wall

And the children are laughing, and the bleachers are full

And his mind is so clear, getting chased by a bull

That tears through the arena like a motorcycle

He stands on his barrel and bows

She moved to the city to be a hairdresser

She got an apartment and lived on her own

Made friends with the neighbours, went dancing on weekends

And she'd leave pretty flowers by the stairs in the hall

The last time he saw her

At the service for Henry

She looked put together

They talked for a while

And sometimes he wonders at the end of the show

If he'd been a postman or an average Joe

And lived in the city, had a garden to grow

But he just couldn't do it that way

He's a vet on the circuit

And she's a good mother

And they loved each other a long time ago