THE BALLAD OF FRANK HAYES
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