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Deep in the woods where the wild things roam Back in the dark there are things That happen at night when you'r all safe at home When young men compete to be kings. It happens each year when the falls fairs are on These gatherings out in the dark Thanksgiving arrives and the boys all move on From these things that they do for a lark The gauntlet's thrown down by the challenging swarm To the winner of last years crusade His blood doesn't boil, but it sure does get warm Now that this years challenge is made It normally starts at the Aylmer Fall Fair "Josiah, you're not is our class!" He doesn't fight back he just breathes deep and stares For to him,  it's a sin for to sass They show up at night, all dressed up in black No surprise if you knew how they live But tonight is the time, for them all to step up For a Lesson's about to be give The street was all dark, save a lantern or two as the riders came out from the trees These were not the old wagons you saw in the dark These were ones that would make your heart freeze Josiah stepped forth from the bustling crowd Mr. Martin he said...I am here Now is the time to show just how proud of the horses you have over there. I've heard of this race in the darkest of nights Where the young men come out and are facing Their fears and their hopes with only two lights It's the start of Amish Drag Racing It was something to see these men dressed all the same Two big clydesdales each made up their team But to both of these men, this was not just a game This was the way that they all burned off steam They didn't dare fight for that was a sin And team sports didn't get the job done None of them drank so there was no need for gin And a barnraising just wasn't fun Mr. Martin climbed up and he steadied his ride Young Josiah just stood there and stared Mr. Martin looked out, he was beaming with pride Poor Josiah just stood looking scared The starter came forth and he said to the men With this hanky I will start the race I will let it fly loose once I count to ten And I let it fly free into space. He counted it down and let go of the rag And nobody moved from the post Mr. Martins horse stood as did Josiahs old nag And they both looked like they'd just  seen a ghost The hanky was black just like ones they all had And nobody saw him let go The race buildup was great but the start was quite bad In fact some men started to go So, they tried it again with a different technique Cause they found nothing there that was white You can say it was strange but I say unique To watch Amish men race in the night. The horses lurched forth like two huge tyco trains Sweat was poring from off of their backs You could see from their eys it was really a strain As their drivers took up the reigns slack Equally paired, with two horsepower each They tore up the road like a shot But a really fast speed they both never would reach Cause two clydesdales just don't run so hot. Amish drag racing is really a night To see if the other would show For it's really no way to prove who is right And the attendance is really quite low So if you get invited and your hear of a race That takes place where wild things  roam Say you'd love to attend but you think to save face You'd prefer not and would rather stay home. ..
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May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Amish Drag Racing
Deep in the woods where the wild things roam Back in the dark there are things That happen at night when you'r all safe at home When young men compete to be kings. It happens each year when the falls fairs are on These gatherings out in the dark Thanksgiving arrives and the boys all move on From these things that they do for a lark The gauntlet's thrown down by the challenging swarm To the winner of last years crusade His blood doesn't boil, but it sure does get warm Now that this years challenge is made It normally starts at the Aylmer Fall Fair "Josiah, you're not is our class!" He doesn't fight back he just breathes deep and stares For to him,  it's a sin for to sass They show up at night, all dressed up in black No surprise if you knew how they live But tonight is the time, for them all to step up For a Lesson's about to be give The street was all dark, save a lantern or two as the riders came out from the trees These were not the old wagons you saw in the dark These were ones that would make your heart freeze Josiah stepped forth from the bustling crowd Mr. Martin he said...I am here Now is the time to show just how proud of the horses you have over there. I've heard of this race in the darkest of nights Where the young men come out and are facing Their fears and their hopes with only two lights It's the start of Amish Drag Racing It was something to see these men dressed all the same Two big clydesdales each made up their team But to both of these men, this was not just a game This was the way that they all burned off steam They didn't dare fight for that was a sin And team sports didn't get the job done None of them drank so there was no need for gin And a barnraising just wasn't fun Mr. Martin climbed up and he steadied his ride Young Josiah just stood there and stared Mr. Martin looked out, he was beaming with pride Poor Josiah just stood looking scared The starter came forth and he said to the men With this hanky I will start the race I will let it fly loose once I count to ten And I let it fly free into space. He counted it down and let go of the rag And nobody moved from the post Mr. Martins horse stood as did Josiahs old nag And they both looked like they'd just  seen a ghost The hanky was black just like ones they all had And nobody saw him let go The race buildup was great but the start was quite bad In fact some men started to go So, they tried it again with a different technique Cause they found nothing there that was white You can say it was strange but I say unique To watch Amish men race in the night. The horses lurched forth like two huge tyco trains Sweat was poring from off of their backs You could see from their eys it was really a strain As their drivers took up the reigns slack Equally paired, with two horsepower each They tore up the road like a shot But a really fast speed they both never would reach Cause two clydesdales just don't run so hot. Amish drag racing is really a night To see if the other would show For it's really no way to prove who is right And the attendance is really quite low So if you get invited and your hear of a race That takes place where wild things  roam Say you'd love to attend but you think to save face You'd prefer not and would rather stay home. ..
roger-turner
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May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
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