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Joade The Rodeo Clown - Chris Ledoux (克里斯-勒多克斯)
Gather round boys and a tale
I will tell about Joade the rodeo clown
This happy feller keep the cowboys
Together after they hit the ground
He once was a fighter and a saddle bronc
Rider and all around hell of a hand
But a bull got him down away from
The clown he lived but not ride again
But rodeo was burned deep in his soul
And his heart just wouldn't let go
He didn't want cowboys hooked
By the bulls so he took to clowin' the show
With grease paint and red nose
And baggy old clothes
His track shoes barreled and bloomed
He earned his keep a fightin' the bulls
And savin' us hard ridin' fools
I was down in the well and hung in my rope
In a show in old west Texas town
The man who saved me from chain
And hells was Joade the rodeo clown
The bull gored old Joade
With his terrible old horns
Then stomped and mauled him around
One of my buddies dragged me away
But Joade lay dead on the ground
The preacher they found for the funeral well
He didn't have a whole lot to say
He didn't know Joade or about rodeo life
So all he could do was to pray
There's many a cowboy that owes him
His life and the children all loved him too
There were lines on his face
And each one was a trace
Of the laughter the miles and the blues
So barkeep get with it and set em up
Again I'm buyin' this next round
And if there's any man here
Who can't drink to old Joade
Then he better just get the hell out
