Drumming Clown Lyrics - The First Ten Years - Shawn Mullins

As the lights go down the drumming clown 

Whistled a melody and as the rain pours down 

His happy face turned into a sad one 

And autumn wind reminded him that the circus had come and gone 

So he opened a pack of swisher sweets whistles down the first one 

His clothes are ragged and his hat is dusty his drum is missing snares 

He maybe laughin' and he may be cryin' no one knows nor cares 

His belly's empty his heart is full he knows where he belongs 

So he steps aboard that lovely train and he whistles his favorite song 

He whistles his favorite song 

And as he sleeps he dreams of all the pretty girls 

He's seen throughout his life and though his dreams are sweet 

His aching feet awake him in the night 

He wakes to the sound of thunder and he thinks of a reason why 

Then he hangs his head to cry then he drifted off to a deeper sleep 

That no one could disturb and when he woke 

He was at a place that was higher than the birds 

He said my God I'm here at last is this meant to be 

I've lived the life of a hobo clown whistle tunes for money 

And Lord spoke up and said my friend you are not alone 

Lived a good life my drumming clown and now you have a home 

Now you have a home 

And somewhere a stock boy opens a crate 

And finds the butt of an old cigar 

He hears a distant whistling then he gazes at the stars 

He gazes at the stars