Funny Bone Lyrics - Guy Clark

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 something's 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