Well, he used to be a pretty good rodeo clown   People loved to watch him horse around   And when that rank black bucked him all down   He was a pretty good rodeo clown      Til he met the gal who sold the souveneirs   He could make her smile from ear to ear   They stayed up all night drinking 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    He's 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   And oh about 8 seconds flat she was gone   Now he asks himself if she was worth it   And hide your heart in a barrel for just so long      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    He's got that smile painted on   And we all knew what was wrong   She broke his funny bone   Broke his funny bone      Ouch