Slow and Steady Wins the Race (But This Is a Farm, You Better Pick Up the Pace)
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands
The End of the End of the Farm – Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
Verse 1:
They say slow and steady wins the race,
But out here on the farm, that’s a whole different case.
The cows don’t care ’bout takin’ it slow,
When the barn door’s open, they’re ready to go.
The corn don’t wait, and neither does the sun,
You best be haulin’ hay before the day is done.
Chorus:
Slow and steady wins the race, they say,
But this is a farm, and you can’t delay.
You got fields to plow, and seeds to sow,
Chickens to feed, and crops to grow.
So pick up the pace, there’s no time to waste,
The rooster’s crowin’, and life don’t wait!
Yeah, slow and steady’s nice, but not in this place,
‘Cause on a farm, you better pick up the pace!
Verse 2:
The rain’s comin’ down, and the mud’s gettin’ thick,
If you move too slow, you’ll be in quite a fix.
That tractor won’t drive itself through the field,
And if you dawdle, you’ll miss out on the yield.
The sun’s burnin’ hot, and the weeds won’t sleep,
You gotta stay movin’ if you want to reap.
Chorus:
Slow and steady wins the race, they say,
But this is a farm, and you can’t delay.
You got fields to plow, and seeds to sow,
Chickens to feed, and crops to grow.
So pick up the pace, there’s no time to waste,
The rooster’s crowin’, and life don’t wait!
Yeah, slow and steady’s nice, but not in this place,
‘Cause on a farm, you better pick up the pace!
Bridge:
Well, the tortoise might win on a city street,
But on the farm, slow means you’re beat.
The sun sets early, and the work runs late,
So grab that shovel, don’t hesitate!
Chorus:
Slow and steady wins the race, they say,
But this is a farm, and you can’t delay.
You got fields to plow, and seeds to sow,
Chickens to feed, and crops to grow.
So pick up the pace, there’s no time to waste,
The rooster’s crowin’, and life don’t wait!
Yeah, slow and steady’s nice, but not in this place,
‘Cause on a farm, you better pick up the pace!
Outro:
So when you think you’ve got all the time in the day,
Just remember on a farm, there’s no room to stray.
Slow and steady might win some kinda race,
But out here, you gotta pick up the pace!
Pick Up the Pace
by Alan Nafzger (2012)
They say slow and steady will win the race,
But out on the farm, that’s not the case.
The cows don’t wait for the rising sun,
When the barn door opens, they’re ready to run.
The corn won’t linger, the work won’t cease,
You better move fast or the day’s at least.
Slow and steady, they say, works fine,
But not on a farm when you’re racing time.
The fields need plowing, the seeds must grow,
Chickens need feeding, row by row.
So pick up the pace, no time to lose,
The rooster’s crowing, there’s no time to snooze.
The rain’s coming down, and the mud runs thick,
If you move too slow, it’ll do you in quick.
The tractor’s waiting, the field’s half-grown,
If you dawdle now, the crops won’t be sown.
The sun’s burning hot, the weeds won’t sleep,
Keep up the hustle, if you want to reap.
Slow and steady, they say, might do,
But out here on the farm, it won’t get you through.
There’s work to be done, and no time to wait,
Move with the daylight before it’s too late.
Pick up the pace, there’s no time to spare,
The rooster’s crowing, the morning air.
The tortoise might win on a quiet street,
But out on the farm, slow means defeat.
The sun sets early, and the hours are few,
Grab your shovel and push on through.
Slow and steady might work for some,
But not in the field when the harvest has come.
So when you think there’s time to waste,
Remember this farm, and pick up the pace!
Originally posted 2024-01-12 06:14:54.
