As I walk out to the barn,
At a time much later in the day,
I notice a sense of eerie silence,
There are no chores today.
No early mornings that start at 6,
No feed to ration out,
No pens to clean or stock to walk,
This is what post season is all about.
I look around the empty room,
The pens are free of chips,
The only thing that remains of the summer,
Is the showbox with our whips.
Not long ago this barn was full,
I'd spend my whole day there,
Washing, walking, feeding, clipping
And spending hours conditioning hair.
There was no school there was no work,
Just days out in the sun,
Some say I was wasting my time,
I said I was having fun.
My school friends never understood
Those days I couldn't go,
But I spent my summer working hard,
And prepping for the big show.
But now the prepping's over,
The show has come and gone,
Our show barn is completely empty,
And time continues to march on.
But I know it will all come back,
The time will come around,
For us to scout out new prospects,
And get ready to be final drive bound.
It takes hard work, it takes time,
There are sacrifices that we make,
It could end in first, it could end in last,
But that's the risk we are willing to take.
Many do not understand,
Why we do what we do,
But these animal are teaching me how,
To provide food for me and you.
I leave the barn, shut off the lights,
And say good-bye to my summer fling,
Now it's time to get back to life,
And start getting ready for the spring.
At a time much later in the day,
I notice a sense of eerie silence,
There are no chores today.
No early mornings that start at 6,
No feed to ration out,
No pens to clean or stock to walk,
This is what post season is all about.
I look around the empty room,
The pens are free of chips,
The only thing that remains of the summer,
Is the showbox with our whips.
Not long ago this barn was full,
I'd spend my whole day there,
Washing, walking, feeding, clipping
And spending hours conditioning hair.
There was no school there was no work,
Just days out in the sun,
Some say I was wasting my time,
I said I was having fun.
My school friends never understood
Those days I couldn't go,
But I spent my summer working hard,
And prepping for the big show.
But now the prepping's over,
The show has come and gone,
Our show barn is completely empty,
And time continues to march on.
But I know it will all come back,
The time will come around,
For us to scout out new prospects,
And get ready to be final drive bound.
It takes hard work, it takes time,
There are sacrifices that we make,
It could end in first, it could end in last,
But that's the risk we are willing to take.
Many do not understand,
Why we do what we do,
But these animal are teaching me how,
To provide food for me and you.
I leave the barn, shut off the lights,
And say good-bye to my summer fling,
Now it's time to get back to life,
And start getting ready for the spring.