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DRUMMIN' CLOWN by Shawn Mullins (Eggshells)
Chords by Aron(Bud)

D      | x x 0 2 3 2 |
G      | 3 2 0 0 3 3 |
C9     | x 3 2 0 3 3 |
A      | x 0 2 2 2 0 |
Asus   | x 0 2 2 3 0 |

Intro:
D   G C9 D  G C9  G C9 D  G C9 D

D					 G   C9 D
As the lights go down the drumming clown whistled a melody 
       G                       C9         G        C9     D     G  C9  D
and as the rain pours down his happy face turned into a sad one 
    D                                 G          C9       D
the autumn wind reminded him that the circus had come and gone 
       G               C9                 G         C9       D        G C9 D
so he opened a pack of swisher sweets and whistled down the first one 

     G                         D                 G      C9       D
his clothes are ragged and his hat is dusty his drum is missing snares 
   G                     D                C9           A
he may be laughin and he may be cryin but no one knows no one cares 
     G                    D                 G          C9   D
his belly's empty but his heart is full he knows where he belongs 
      G                 D                  C9           A
so he steps aboard that lonely train and he whitles his favorite song 
       G            C9       D        G   C9   D
yea he whistles his favorite song...

    A
and as he sleeps 
                     D
he dreams of all the pretty girls he's seen throughout his life 
               G                    D
and though his dreams are sweet his aching feet 
 G     C9        D     G  C9  D  G  C9  D
awake him in the night 

   G                                    C9                      G C9
he wakes to the sound of thunder and he thinks of a reason why 
        G         C9      D   G  C9  D
then he hangs his head to cry 
        G                D                 G            C9      D
then he drifted off to a deeper sleep that no one could disturb him
    G                   D                   C9     Asus     A
and when he woke he was at a place that was higher than the birds 

   G               D               G    C9       D
he said my God I'm here at last is this meant to be 
     G                   D          Asus                A
I've lived the life of a hobo clown whistling tunes for money 

(OK you get the point...)
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 
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 
yea he gazes at the stars...