LOST THE RACE BY JESUS
Recited by Julius Sorel [Van Holy Oak]

The old man sat in the grandstand chair
With shit in his whiskers and lice in his hair
He smiled as he said with a confident air
"She can win in a walk by Jesus"

Now that old mare was long, tall, lanky and loose
And the jockey was pale from self-abuse.
They'll go the that track like shit through a goose
And win in a walk by Jesus

Now at the end of a quarter he was breaking the clock
So he dropped his whip but he whipped out his cock
At the very last quarter she's coming too fast
She slipped on a horse turd and fell on her ass
And lost the race by Jesus

Transcribed from the LP, Just Something My Uncle Told Me: Blaggardy Folk Songs From The Southern United States. 1981. Rounder Records.