[Verse 1]
Down at the potluck after Sunday prayer,
She caught his eye through the peach cobbler air.
With her daddy preachin’ fire, brimstone, and sin,
She was sneakin’ smiles at a man locked in.
[Prechorus]
He had stripes up and down his prison shirt,
A big red nose and a painted face,
A rodeo clown that works in the dirt,
With Size 30 shoes and ten feet of shoelace.
[Chorus]
Yes, the preacher’s daughter ran off with a prison rodeo clown,
With his baggy patched-up britches and a painted-on frown.
While her daddy preaching the devil’s got a grip on his soul,
She’s dreamin’ of a jailbreak and a prison rodeo role.
[Verse 2]
The clown said, “Darlin’, I’m just doin’ my time,
But you light me up more than that electric fence line.”
She blushed so red it matched her Sunday dress,
As he lassoed her heart with his rodeo finesse.
[Prechorus]
Bulls may charge, and preachers may shout,
But love’s a wild ride you can’t figure out.
[Chorus]
Yes, the preacher’s daughter ran off with a prison rodeo clown,
With his baggy patched-up britches and a painted-on frown.
While her daddy preaching the devil’s got a grip on his soul,
She’s dreamin’ of a jailbreak and a prison rodeo role.
[Verse 3]
Underneath the bleachers where secrets unfold,
He whispered stories of freedom and nights untold.
Her heart raced faster than a bronc let loose,
As desire tangled as tight as a hangman’s noose.
[Verse 4]
The moon lit the path as they plotted their flight,
Two hearts entwined in the cover of night.
He promised her stars, she swore by the moon,
Together they’d race towards a brand new tune.
[Prechorus]
Bulls may charge, and preachers may shout,
But love’s a wild ride you can’t figure out.
[Chorus]
Yes, the preacher’s daughter ran off with a prison rodeo clown,
With his baggy patched-up britches and a painted-on frown.
While her daddy preaching the devil’s got a grip on his soul,
She’s dreamin’ of a jailbreak and a prison rodeo role.
[Outro]
Lord the preacher’s daughter fell for a prison rodeo clown,
They’re driving a hundred as they streaked out of town,
You know that preacher man won’t ever be the same,
If they give their baby clown theold preacher’s name.
Copyright September 29, 2025, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
