Pyrophoria - Slick

I held his arm, you a better now boy?
I smiled in my finest corduroy
Old country folk need steal your joy
Need steal you blind; need destroy
This ain't no game but you're the toy
That racehorse out there's a decoy

Oh, I'ma sip my mint julep and sit right back
They chase their tails; I own the track

I heard what's been going on 'round here
They gon' raise hands like a cashier
But ringer number 9 ain't set to win, dear
I'll wager you all that he won't come near
Drew them in with no whip in the rear
Winner take all, of course, no fear

Oh, I'ma sip my mint julep and sit right back
They chase their tails; I own the track

So out he came from the gate and swung
The fat lady turned and went 'head and sung
Oh I done somethin' real bad and can't hold my tongue
I went and drugged number 9 'for this begun
Their city slicker heads just spun
So I'll take the pot now gents; gotta run

Written by:
Jessica Hambrick

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