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©Shawn Mullins 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 |
Album: Eggshells Year: 1998  Eggshells Salt Lake City 1973 Where's Johnny Drumming Clown Ruth And Mary Darby's Castle Joshua Cycle of Our Souls My Ship (2 choices) She Song to the Self Shimmer This One's for the Majors 
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