sorenbarrett

Red Green

I had an old track boss by the name \'a Red Green

The most colorful man ya ever done seen

His face was a topigrafical map

Ruddy red canyons, bluegreen lines, \'is hair a snow cap

Chewin\' tobacco, oozed from his mouth like a creek

Oh........but ya should\'ve \'eard the man speak

His language, as colorful as \'is name, came in a rush

At it\'s mildest, \'twould make the bloody devil blush

Even when working hard, no one dared to bend over

From behind he\'d grab ya down in the clover

At each break he\'d sit and take out his choppers

The tales he\'d tell, would be real whoppers

When done, in his coffee, he\'d wash out his teeth

Then gulp it down, an\' belch, \'twas beyond belief