{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)