Lyrics Chris LeDoux

Chris LeDoux

Joad'e The Rodeo Clawn

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