Part 2 - Friends in Slow Places - A1

Verse 1

Folks keep rushin’ us, but we’re takin’ our time,
Climb outta my truck like a rusty old lawn chair.
We ain’t late… we’re preservin’ our knees,
Everything’s easier at half-speed.

Pre-Chorus

Youth was fast, like lickety-split,
Now every step goes clickity-click-click-click!

Chorus

I’ve got friends in slow places,
Laugh lines carved deep in familiar faces.
We’re a couple beats behind, but we’re feelin’ just fine,
Tellin’ the same old stories one more time.

We’re not in a hurry…
We’ve got nowhere to be.
Tomorrow can wait, it’s got plenty to see.
Life gets sweeter…
In slow places.

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Verse 2

Putting on socks is a Olympic sport,
Three practice bends and a chiropractor’s report.
Little bounce… little grunt…
“Okay… here we go…”
Then my little toe, the sock blocker, says,
“Not today, bro.”

By the second sock,
I need a recovery station.
That was my cardio…
And I ain’t even dressed yet.

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Chorus

I’ve got friends in slow places…

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Verse 3

Sittin’ on the toilet’s a trust exercise,
Like a B-52 on a bombing run.
I hover…
I aim…
I say one last prayer…
Squat!

“Dear Lord…
please let this be a soft landing.”

Lower…
Lower…
Easy does it…
Easy now…

My knees are negotiatin’
Each inch feels like a skydivin’ descent.

When I finally land,
It’s a standing ovation…
Now the real challenge
Getting back up - my resurrection.”

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Verse 4

Drop something?
That starts a family debate.
I just stare at it.
“Do I really need that?”

I spread my feet double wide
Like I’m landing a helicopter.
Breathe out, suck it in…
Hope the knees cooperate.

Then I lower myself
Like I’m working the claw machine game…
Miss the object…
Stand back up…
And try again.

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Bridge

Golf buddies grab my ball from the cup,
’Cause watching me bend is just too rough.

Somebody bought me a grabber sticks…
Best birthday present…
Since blood pressure pills.

Now when I get my ball
The whole foursome cheers,

“HE’S GOT IT!”

Well…
Sort of.

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I’ve got friends in slow places,
Still findin’ joy in familiar faces.
Everything creaks… and comes with bells and whistles,
But the laughs come free,
Growin’ old ain’t bad…
It’s just slower than it used to be.

So pull up a chair…
We’ll save you some space.

Just don’t rush us…

We’re in…

Slow places.

Tag

Lead:
How long’s it take you to put your socks on?

Crowd:
Depends…

Lead:
Depends on what?

Crowd:
Depends!

Lead:
Who’s ready to stand up?

Crowd:
Give us a minute!