Lyrics

She works a job, I work another Too rich to be broke, too broke to be covered In case of an emergency, call God Tell Him we're fine Our first child just turned four And I'm proud to say here comes one more I wonder what we're gonna get done with all of this free time Oh, sometimes I'm a clown But the future ain't no joke The days just don't slow down The punch line's funny 'til you choke And I keep my act sincere Happy faces in the crowd Laughing through the tears Oh, sometimes I'm a clown Sun every morning, a pie to the face But this rat in the wheel is still in the race, hey There's no sweat keepin' the pace when you're barely getting by I tend to bite off more than I can chew Just trying to fill these oversized shoes You can't lose those red nose blues, Lord, if you don't try Oh, sometimes I'm a clown But the future ain't no joke The days just don't slow down The punch line's funny 'til you choke And I keep my act sincere Happy faces in the crowd Laughing through the tears Oh, sometimes I'm a clown Straight outta the cannon into the dirt Oh, but baby, is the daisy in the front pocket of my shirt? Oh, sometimes I'm a clown But the future ain't no joke The days just don't slow down The punch line's funny 'til you choke And I keep my act sincere Happy faces in the crowd Laughing through the tears Oh, sometimes I'm a clown
Writer(s): Brent Cobb, Neil Mason, Jeff Hyde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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