Who was once a bull hooking son of a gun
Now who keeps a pint hid out behind chute number one
Who was ridin high till a pretty girl rode him to the ground
Any kid knows where to find me I'm Bandy the rodeo clown

In the ridin and the ropin I was closin in on number on
Now in dreams at night I ride on that silver saddle I never won.
Since she left me the whiskey takes me to the rodeo grounds,
Where the cowboys think I'm handy I'm Bandy the rodeo clown.

 [bad word] 

I could ride em all
The bulls and the broncs knew I was boss
But the ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more
Than this old cowboy's bones.

While the tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a
[Am] frown. The crowd thinks I'm a dandy I'm Bandy the rodeo clown