Funny Bone - 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 dont 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 somethins 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

He dont 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,

and we all knew what was wrong

She broke his funny bone