Drumming Clown

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
 

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