Write contemporary country lyrics for a male vocalist with a warm, gritty twang that slips into yodels during the pre-chorus. BPM sits at 102, key of G mixolydian, core instrumentation includes delay-effect banjo, microtonal pedal steel, and electronic-triggered washboard percussion. Narrative follows an unreliable narrator, a retired small-town tractor mechanic who stumbles on a secret annual time portal tractor race hosted by 1920s homesteaders and 2180s space farmers. Lean into absurdist tall tale tone, laced with quiet cosmic melancholy and dry, heartwarming humor, about him placing third and winning a jar of pickles that grants 10 minutes of perfect clarity.
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[Intro] [Verse] My knuckles are scarred and gray From forty years of John Deere pay Found a hole behind the shed Where the clover turned to lead Just a mechanic with a dream Stitching up a cosmic seam I saw the gears of time rotate Behind my rusty garden gate [Pre-Chorus] The sliding steel began to hum My heart beat like a heavy drum Oodle-ay-ee-hoo-ooo The sky is split in two-ooo Oodle-ay-ee-hoo-ooo I’m coming after you-ooo [Chorus] Tractors from the dust bowl days Chrome rigs in a neon haze Racing through a hole in time Trying to make a nickel shine Third place was a pickle jar Brine from a distant star Yeah the third place prize was a jar From a very distant star [Post-Chorus] Sweet and salty green Best I’ve ever seen Everything was mine For a little bit of time [Verse] Met a man smelling of grain Praying for the Kansas rain Next to a pilot made of light In a suit of burning white One from the dusty past One moving way too fast My old Massey gave a roar Like it never did before [Pre-Chorus] The washboard rattled in my chest I put the pedal to the test Oodle-ay-ee-hoo-ooo The sky is split in two-ooo Oodle-ay-ee-hoo-ooo I’m coming after you-ooo [Chorus] Tractors from the dust bowl days Chrome rigs in a neon haze Racing through a hole in time Trying to make a nickel shine Third place was a pickle jar Brine from a distant star Yeah the third place prize was a jar From a very distant star [Bridge] Lost to a laser beam engine Hardly worth a mention The finish line was bright Blinding all my sight The clock was ticking slow I had nowhere left to go But I held that trophy tight In the middle of the night [Verse] One crunch and the world went still I saw the ghost upon the hill I knew the math of every star Sitting in my rusted car I saw the start and saw the end Forgave every broken friend I saw where all the lost socks go Everything there is to know Then the brine began to fade Back to the mess that I had made [Chorus] Tractors from the dust bowl days Chrome rigs in a neon haze Racing through a hole in time Trying to make a nickel shine Third place was a pickle jar Brine from a distant star Yeah the third place prize was a jar From a very distant star [Post-Chorus] Sweet and salty green Best I’ve ever seen Everything was mine For a little bit of time [Outro]
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