Drumming Clown Lyrics

Drumming Clown lyrics

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 

 the autumn wind reminded him 

 that the circus had come and gone 

 so he opened a pack of swisher sweets 

 and 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 

 but no one knows nor cares 

 his belly's empty 

 but his heart is full 

 he knows where he belongs 

 so he steps aboard that lovely train 

 and he whitsles 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 his Lord spoke up 

 and said my friend 

 you are not alone 

 you've lived a good life my drumming clown 

 and now you have a home 

 and somewhere a stockboy opens a crate 

 and finds the butt of an old cigar 

 he hears a distant whistling 

 then he gazes as the stars