As the lights go down the drumming clown Whistled a melody and as the rain pours down His happy face turned into a sad one And autumn wind reminded him that the circus had come and gone So he opened a pack of swisher sweets whistles down the first one His clothes are ragged and his hat is dusty his drum is missing snares He maybe laughin' and he may be cryin' no one knows nor cares His belly's empty his heart is full he knows where he belongs So he steps aboard that lovely train and he whistles his favorite song He whistles his favorite song And as he sleeps he dreams of all the pretty girls He's seen throughout his life and though his dreams are sweet His aching feet awake him in the night He wakes to the sound of thunder and he thinks of a reason why Then he hangs his head to cry then he drifted off to a deeper sleep That no one could disturb and when he woke He was at a place that was higher than the birds He said my God I'm here at last is this meant to be I've lived the life of a hobo clown whistle tunes for money And Lord spoke up and said my friend you are not alone Lived a good life my drumming clown and now you have a home Now you have a home And somewhere a stock boy opens a crate And finds the butt of an old cigar He hears a distant whistling then he gazes at the stars He gazes at the stars © ROADIEODIE MUSIC, INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com