Try these and see how they work. I'mm a little unsure of the opening tho'

Don


Jocko and the Trapeze Lady

H(G)e was a bo(D)y when the cir(G)cus first ca(D)me to the du(C)st of his West Texas to(G)wn.

And twe(G)nty years la(D)ter, he'd spe(G)nt twenty ye(D)ars as Jo(C)cko the Sad Circus Clo(G)wn.

He did slap-stick ga(Em)gs in gre(G)ase paint and ra(Em)gs and the peo(C)ple would laugh 'til they cr(G)ied.

But th(G)ey never saw pa(Em)st the pai(G)nted clown ma(Em)sk to the s(C)ad, empty ma(D)n locked ins(G)ide.

The tra(C)peze lady swung easy and grac(G)efully, hi(C)gh in the high trapeze swi(G)ng.

Her par(G)ents were fl(D)yers. The cir(C)cus was her li(D)fe.

The ca(C)rny was deep in her ve(G)ins.

Hi(G)gh in the spotlights in seq(Em-g)uins and pink tights,

she fl(C)ew like a bird in the wi(G)nd.

The s(C)aw dust's on dau(G)ghter, the str(C)ong men who ca(G)ught her
were a(Am)ll that she bro(D)ught to her te(G)nt.