Pontiac Stove Company - Red Leg Money Lyrics

Got some paper in my pockets
Wanna head on up to Delta Downs
Caught a hazy ride from Cameron
And found that gateway to the Cajun land

Louisiana Lily
Was the third horse in the fourth race
I saw those odds at 10 to 1
And I threw my money down

Playing with red leg money
Ain't no time to pick and choose
If you think you got a lot to win
Lord knows you got a lot to lose

Well I scarce believed my own eyes
When that nag came round the turn
Six to seven lengths in front
Nothing but brown skies ahead

Then the 8 horse, name a Benelux
Took a crop to his surprise
Leapt a hearty gallop on the stretch
Little Lily lagged behind

My Louisiana Lily
Was intent to fight her fight
She dug in hard to finish what she started
As the dust flew up behind

Well the wire was snapped, the photo cracked
And it was Lily by a nose
Took my ticket to the box
And met a filly of my own