The Banker

The Banker
10” x 8” // acrylic on panel

Recalling good ol’memories in the golden sun. You can hear them, see them, almost as if time never passed.

Everytime I hear this song, I got paint ah dang horse. lol

“Now the pony to bet on
Is the old nag I sit on
Getting’ drunk in the yard, brushing her hair.
The pony to bet on,
Yeah, she’s a sad one
But not as sad as the tears that I shed.
So I walk her to bed
For that slow, losing, final stretch home.
Well our tarnished old loving cup is empty
The wreaths of roses have withered away
But the whiskey and the bullets are plenty
How I wish you were here with us today.
We went from trophies and triples
To pullin’ hayrides for cripples
In small town parades down to the fair.
The pony to bet on,
Yeah, she’s a sad one
But not as sad as the tears that I shed.
So I walk her to bed
For two loser’s final stretch home”

“The Pony to Bet On”- th’Legendary Shack Shakers

Aho Mvto,
Micah