they say she's a racehorse
but she's just an old mare
and her folks are counting on the penny in the air
heads up on the way down
tails up to the fair
well if she's a racehorse
she's racing them there
they say she's a racehorse
but she's just an old mare
and her folks are counting on the penny in the air
heads up on the fairgrounds
tails down to the floor
well if she's a racehorse
she'll race a little more
lights out on the blacktop
she's running in the dark
and her folks are counting those pennies in the park
heads up for good luck
tails point at the stars
well if she's a racehorse
she's the best one by far
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Author:
noah (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
This is incredible Gon, I love it
thank you blue!
Beautiful. Glad to see you writing again 🙂
thank you! good to see you still reading
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