Bandy The Rodeo Clown

	  		{G}Who was once a bull hooking son of a Am gun                   
Now D who keeps a pint hid out behind chute number {G}one 
Who was ridin high till a pretty girl rode him to the {Am}ground 
Any {D}kid knows where to find me I'm Bandy the rodeo {G}clown 
                                                                   
{G}In the ridin and the ropin I was closin in on number {Am}on     
Now in {D}dreams at night I ride on that silver saddle I never 
{G}won. Since she left me the whiskey takes me to the rodeo 
{Am}grounds, Where the {D}cowboys think I'm handy I'm Bandy the 
rodeo {G}clown. 
 
 
(Chorus) 
 
 
{C}I could ride em all                                             
{D}The bulls and the broncs knew I was {G}boss  
But the A7 ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more  
Than this old cowboy's {D}bones. 
   
While the G tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a 
Am frown.  The D crowd thinks I'm a dandy I'm Bandy the rodeo 
G clown 
 
 
(Repeat chorus and last verse to end)