| Old Red Old Red was a colt, born on Christmas Day. My Daddy gave him to me, as we knelt there in the hay. I watched him grow through the year.He followed me like a pet. Then one day my Daddy said "You ain't broke him yet"? As I stammered and stumbled tryin to say what I felt, My stomach began to rumble and my knees began to melt. I had watched my Daddy break a horse, and to be honest, it looked like it hurt. What scares me is not the fallin part, it's the part where you hit the dirt. As things were, back in those days, I knew what I had to do. Cause tellin' my Daddy NO was not the sensible thing to do. As I climbed on Old Red and waited for the worst A picture ran through my mind of Doc's old black hearse. But Old Red didn't move and I slowly opened my eyes Daddy started laughin' and slappin' on his thighs. See, what I didn't know was, while I was working on the farm Daddy was breakin' Old Red and laughin' up a storm. Daddy laughed for an hour or so and then laughed some more By that time I was laughin' too. I wasn't mad no more. When I asked "Why'd you do it"? He smiled down at me shrugged his shoulders and he said,"I thought it'd be a hoot to see." ~1998 C.D. (Slim) McCullough |
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