The race horse ran for his life
The champ wanted to win twice
But he took a fall
Against a hard wall
So, now he's square like a dice
Man in a suit drives his Rolls Royce,
Kept polished shinning by local boys,
His scarf and cravat are made of silk,
His designer trousers as white as milk.
Knows full well his source of wealth,
Keeps me nourished in prime health,
Well clothed and housed in my room,
Cared for fully by a personal groom.
Many a Cups and prices I have won,
He takes the applause when I am done,
He has amassed gold and diamonds,
My earnings merely grass and almonds!
How long will this love and dove last?
Will he care when I am no longer fast?
Will he remember me, his source of bread?
Or will it all end with a bullet to my head?
Running turns me into a stallion
Not a filly
A stallion
A full blown running machine
With strains in my neck
And puffing and huffing from my nose
I know there are correct ways to do it
I know about pacing myself
But when the gun goes off
I am gone
No longer here at all
A stallion running for his truth
A stallion running from the pack
A stallion running after his mares
I am in Montana running free
I am running up hills
And I am running down
Nothing else matters. I am a stallion living my true me-self.
A man ripped me off, he sold me a retired race horse that had been gelded.
He neglected to tell me that and my wife became so furious that I got belted.
The horse that I bought won every time, he never lost a race.
The seller ripped me off so I used a brick to smash his face.
That SOB was able to jip me out of twenty grand because I'm not very bright.
But that brick made him so ugly that he can't get a date on a Saturday night.
I planned to make a lot of money by using my horse for breeding.
I borrowed the twenty grand from a loan shark and now a hospital is what I'll be needing.
I'm broke, I have no money to pay the loan shark back.
The loan shark has arrived and he's ready to attack.
He's showing me no mercy, he's ignoring me as I beg.
He has broken several of my ribs and both of my legs.
I have some advice and you should really take my word.
If somebody tries to sell you a race horse, give him the bird.
What have I done?
To be treated like dirt in your eyes.
Always under the gun.
Constantly being vandalized.
Forever on the run.
Run Race Horse Run
The shows only just begun.
What goods a race horse that's not any fun?
Show me your teeth like a good one.
You want to tame me,
But I was born to be wild and free.
Not in a dudgeon.
it had a task
from the pass
the was a gas
won them all
now it had to fall
it sprit will be around
RACE HORSE IS DOWN
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