Lyr Req: Unbridled Reins (Chuck Brodsky)

Subject: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 29 Oct 00 - 07:08 PM

seeking song about a failed racehorse who is "put down".Chorus:
My father was a champion, he won the triple crown
My mother she won 5 prizes in the horse show back in town
Isold for a million on the day I was born
I was going to be a champion, Mr Harvey he was sure.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: The Shambles
Date: 29 Oct 00 - 08:14 PM

The song is called Unbridled Reins. There are many others lyrics to his songs there too.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: The Shambles
Date: 30 Oct 00 - 03:48 PM

Refresh.

To give everyone a chance to see the lyrics but mainly to show what a clever boy I am...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 30 Oct 00 - 06:18 PM

well done, Shambles

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: The Shambles
Date: 30 Oct 00 - 06:25 PM

'Wags tail'.........

He seems to sing a lot of songs about sport?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: Murray MacLeod
Date: 30 Oct 00 - 06:31 PM

The folk club I help organize in Homestead (S FL) is having Chuck Brodsky as our guest on the first Wednesday of December. I haven't heard him before but I hear he is really good.

Murray

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 15 Aug 02 - 06:09 PM

Refresh. The link given above no longer works.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: Mark Cohen
Date: 15 Aug 02 - 11:05 PM

Of course he's good...he's from Philly!

Aloha,
Mark

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: GUEST,Bill Kennedy
Date: 16 Aug 02 - 09:41 AM

once again proof that links are pretty useless in a database such as this. If the information is important to the discussion, ESPECIALLY lyrics, then please write them out in a message, not just a link.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Racehorse song, Chuck Brodsky
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 20 Aug 02 - 01:05 PM

thanks for the response. I can't access the link, so can someone post lyrics here as Bill K suggests?

Subject: Lyr Add: UNBRIDLED REINS (Chuck Brodsky)
From: GUEST,999
Date: 24 Dec 09 - 10:08 PM

UNBRIDLED REINS
(Chuck Brodsky)
There lived an old horse trainer - who used to work for the man
Who owned about 25 stables - on 25 pieces of land
Whose name was Mr. Hardy - the trainer's name was Gus
Hardy's business was racing - and he owned the 2 of us

Gus, he hated racing - it was the horses that he loved
Every time Mr. Hardy would come around - he'd pretend like he was being tough
He called him Heartless Hardy - cussed him underneath his breath
For the breeding of the horses - and the running them to death

    My father, he was famous - he won the Triple Crown
    Mama won 5 ribbons - at a horse show back in town
    I sold for a million - on the day I was born
    I was going to be a champion - Mr. Hardy was sure

Well, they pumped me up one morning - with something the officials would never detect
I remember that cold steel needle - spending a lifetime in my neck
I never knew that race was fixed - only that I was supposed to win
The jockey was tall in his saddle - his breath was stinking of gin

He pushed me a little bit too hard - I stumbled & I shattered my leg
Mr. Hardy called in a specialist - who said I'd never race again
He said my promise, it was broken - Mr. Hardy, sipping on champagne...
Ordered me out of my misery - but I was too numb to feel any pain

    My father, he was famous - he won the Triple Crown
    Mama won 5 ribbons - at a horse show back in town
    I sold for a million - on the day I was born
    I was going to be a champion - Mr. Hardy was sure

They led me out to the stables - where that mercy killing would be done
I was thinking about what might've been - & all that I might've won
Thinking about being put out to pasture - when my time might've finally come
And remembering how before I could walk, they were teaching me how to run

I saw they were going to shoot me - I don't know why they would
I couldn't run any more races - so I guess that made me no good
Mr. Hardy handed Gus the rifle - Gus, he cried & he stroked my mane
That was the last thing I remember - before Gus unbridled my reins

    My father, he was famous - he won the Triple Crown
    Mama won 5 ribbons - at a horse show back in town
    I sold for a million - on the day I was born
    I was going to be a champion - Mr. Hardy was sure



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