Write contemporary country male vocal lyrics for a 112 BPM track in bent mixolydian mode, core instrumentation: microtonal pedal steel, delay-effect banjo, theremin-like fiddle, synth-processed jaw harp, electronic trigger washboard, spoons drum kit, with a hyperspeed bluegrass breakdown at the 1:40 mark. Lyrics theme: An unreliable small-town farrier accidentally stumbles into a secret annual tractor race through a 1950s-era time portal, where he races against a 1890s homesteader, a 2070s space rancher, and his own 16-year-old younger self. Tone balances playful absurdity, quiet nostalgia, and soft existential twang, leaning into classic country narrative structure, cosmic American surrealism, and tall tale charm, with subtle yodel flourishes on the chorus hooks.
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[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nI’m a farrier who’s always late\nLeft my tools by the gate\nFound a shimmering fate\nIn a strange and glowing state\nDropped my iron plate\nFeeling such a heavy weight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe air smells like diesel and ozone\nI’m standing in a danger zone\nThe engine has a lonesome tone\nI’m racing all on my own\n\n[Chorus]\nRacing tractors through the fold\nStories never told\n(Yodel-ay-ee-hoo)\nSilver wheels and painted gold\nBreaking every mold\n(Yodel-oh-dee-lay)\nChasing down the ghosts of old\n\n[Verse]\nOn my left a pioneer\nGrinding on a wooden gear\nTrying hard to stay in steer\nWishing that the path was clear\nIt’s been such a jagged year\nFeeling all the phantom fear\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShadows stretch across the ground\nLost and never found\nHear the whirring sound\nWhere the stars are bound\n\n[Chorus]\nRacing tractors through the fold\nStories never told\n(Yodel-ay-ee-hoo)\nSilver wheels and painted gold\nBreaking every mold\n(Yodel-oh-dee-lay)\nChasing down the ghosts of old\n\n[Breakdown]\n(Hyperspeed Bluegrass Breakdown at 1:40 mark)\n(Spoons and electronic washboard solo)\n\n[Verse]\nThen I saw a skinny kid\nHiding what the shadows did\nUnderneath a greasy lid\nCaught within the timing mid\nMoving through the metal grid\nDoing what the spirits bid\n\n[Bridge]\nThe pedal steel is bending low\nWhere do all the minutes go?\nMoving fast but feeling slow\nWatching all the embers glow\nEverything we think we know\nIs just a field we have to mow\n\n[Chorus]\nRacing tractors through the fold\nStories never told\n(Yodel-ay-ee-hoo)\nSilver wheels and painted gold\nBreaking every mold\n(Yodel-oh-dee-lay)\nChasing down the ghosts of old\n\n[Outro]
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