Well, he used to be a pretty good rodeo clownnPeople loved to watch him horse aroundnWhen that rank black bucked em all downnHe was a pretty good rodeo clownnnTill he met the gal who sold the souvenirsnHe could make her smile from ear to earnThey stayed up all night drinkin' rodeo beernHe was a pretty good rodeo clownnnHe don't laugh much anymorenSince she locked her trailer doornTears and grease paint will not mixnAnd old dogs will not learn new tricksnHes got that smile painted on,nNobody knows something's wrongnShe broke his funny bonenBroke his funny bonennWhen that new young bull rider came on the circuitnOh in about, eight seconds flat she was gonenNow he asks himself if she was worth itnYou can hide your heart in a barrel for just so longnnHe don't laugh much anymorenSince she locked her trailer doornTears and grease paint will not mixnAnd old dogs will not learn new tricksnHes got that smile painted on,nAnd we all knew what was wrongnShe broke his funny bonenShe broke his funny bone couch