I was down at the track bettin' some hounds
Bent down to tie my shoe and there on the ground
Was a map to the secret lost and found
Now how much stuff can one guy loose
Playin the quinella and downin' booze
So I headed up the stairs to the Maiter D (spelling)
Said excuse me sir but I have lost my key
He said we dont have a lost and found per say
but for a small donation i will show you the way
So I slipped him some green and followed behind
to an old metal door and some stairs to climb
Up that way and dont look back
Ask for Ottis the code word is Slack
I opened the hatch and what did I see
Two Sammy's girls and Mayor Mike "D"
This is the club level for my friends and me
Art Slack, Pete Rose and the BOG.
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Love me some track. Back in the day when I hung out with Nate betting on "the puppies" as he called it, we drank pitchers of The Beast while wating free popcorn, picking up dropped tickets on the first floor in the far left corner with old man Floyd and "King David". Now I am high stylin on level 3 with the private t.v., a pitcher of Coors Light, a bowl of crab claws and a side salad and Scott "helllloooo caller" Hunter. Talking about a rags to riches story, my how the kid has progressed.
....and you are a damn good poet I might add....
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