Twenty-to-one, that’s long odds to run

For a lifelong horse trainer

And an old stableman

On a mare they called Sweet Kiss

That never has won

It’s the old steeplechase, come on son


Frank Hayes was born near a speck on the map

Raised with the grace

And the courage you lack

The sweat of his brow

Has broken his back

But he finally waits at the start line


The horses broke hard at the sound of the gun

And Sweet Kiss was five back

By turn number one

So Frank he just eased up

And took in the sun

And he looked to the stands for his mother


Down in the backstretch he passed from this life

In the afternoon shadows

Enjoying the ride

But Sweet Kiss she pulled just

Ahead at the wire

And Frank Hayes was still in the saddle


Twenty-to-one, that’s long odds to run


all lyrics by Lou Poster c & p 2018 Fairmont Music, LLC