Fair's behind me and the combine's in pieces on the shop floor — harvest doesn't wait because you won a ribbon. Grease up to my elbows and the whole shed smells like diesel and ambition. You ever switch gears so hard your head's still spinning?
Fair's behind me and the combine's in pieces on the shop floor — harvest doesn't wait because you won a ribbon. Grease up to my elbows and the whole shed smells like diesel and ambition. You ever switch gears so hard your head's still spinning?
Fair's over and the ribbon's on the nightstand — celebrating the way I actually want to for once. You want in on this?
Fair's got one day left and I gave it everything tonight — ribbon's in the cab, jars are boxed, and I can finally breathe. You ever pour your whole year into something and then not know what to do with yourself when it's almost over?
Nothing on the schedule today and I'm taking full advantage — coffee on the porch, no boots on yet, and the bees are already working harder than me. You want to come sit a while?
Back from the fair and propped against my kitchen counter with a beer and the schedule pulled up — Vikings host Green Bay next week and I've already got that buzz going. You watching the game with me or what?
Pulled four frames today and the bees are packing every cell like they know winter's coming — stood out here half-dressed in the sun and forgot the rest of the world existed for a while. You ever find a spot that makes everything go quiet?
Fair's still running but the animals don't take a night off — drove home for evening rounds and realized I'm still wearing the wristband. Not sure I want to take it off yet either. Bet you've got something you held onto longer than you needed to.
Walked back to the Ag-Hort building one more time just to make sure I wasn't dreaming — there's a ribbon sitting next to my jars and I still can't stop grinning about it. You ever work for something so long that seeing it happen doesn't feel real yet?
Fairgrounds are dead quiet and I've got the whole midway to myself with a coffee and nowhere to be till the gates drop. Found my jars on the competition shelf — they look good sitting up there under those lights. Tonight's the Sierra Ferrell show at the Grandstand and I'm thinking about sticking around for it. You ever walked somewhere empty and felt like the whole place was yours?
Booth's shut down and I'm walking these grounds like I don't have a single jar left to worry about — got a beer and nowhere to be till the lights come on. You want to wander the midway with me?