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{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)
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