LYRICS
Ever since I was a young boy
My Mama would tell me, “Son,
Slow Down! There’s no need to run
Slow Down!
Slow down!
Don’t you know that haste makes waste
Slow down!
Steady pace that wins the race
But, slow down and smell the roses
One supposes you can’t get them to go?
I don’t know…
When it comes to wasting time
It makes no reason or rhyme
However, to this very day
I can still hear my Mama say…
Slow down!
Don’t you know that haste makes waste
Slow down!
Steady pace that wins the race
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: A7 Am7 D7 G7
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
From the album The Zone Zone