The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #766 Message #4173703
Posted By: and e
02-Jun-23 - 07:24 PM
Thread Name: ADD: I'm Bettin' the Roll on Roamer
Subject: RE: A SEVENTY YEAR OLD FOLLOWER
A SEVENTY YEAR OLD FOLLOWER Anonymous
An old sport lounged in a grandstand chair, There was dung in his whiskers and hay in his hair, And his voice rang hoarse on the sultry air, "He'll win in a walk, b'Jesus!"
"Just wait 'til you see them turn him loose, He'll go through that field like shit through a goose, He'll do it as easy as ace takes a deuce— He'll win in a walk, b'Jesus !"
"His breeding is right, he can't go slow, He's out of Black Bess by Hungry Joe; Of that bunch of skates he'll sure make a show— He'll win in a walk, b'Jesus!"
"I ain't got no money, but if I was rich, I'd go dead broke on that son-of-a-bitch; When he gets a-goin' he'll make 'em all itch— He'll win in a walk, b'Jesus!"
"They've sent 'em away—gave him worst of the start— It don't make no difference—he don't care a fart— The suckers are yellow but he's game—got a heart— He'll win in a walk, b'Jesus !"
"From the nineteenth position way out in the grass Where weeds are so tall they tickle his ass, He's just nosed out of place Scotch Highland Lass— He'll win in a walk, b'Jesus!"
"They are swung in the stretch and the bastard is third— He has worked up to second—now, he's slipped on a terd; He's slipped in the ditch, the son-of-a-bitch— He wasn't in it, b'Jesus!"